My toddler has a motor speech delay. He's been working with an amazing speech therapist for about four months now. My guess is that we'll continue to make that weekly appointment for at least another year. Unless we need to step it up to twice a week which we might need to do. We don't… Continue reading Who understands this kid
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Waking up to baby
Early last year, after a long string of miscarriages and unexplained infertility issues combined with my ever-advancing maternal age, I accepted that I wouldn't be giving birth to anymore babies. I wrote a post titled Baby Sarah which was an opportunity for me to acknowledge my acceptance (and sadness) as well as give voice to the… Continue reading Waking up to baby
Baby Sarah
My daughter is telling everyone that I am pregnant with a baby girl named Sarah. (I’m not.) After the third person at her school congratulated me on this fictitious pregnancy, I asked her why she was telling people this. She replied, “Because it makes people happy when I say that.” Yeah. My daughter loves babies.… Continue reading Baby Sarah
Click on it
My child has been playing a lot of (too many!) Sesame Street computer games, and watching too many (ehem) intellectually stimulating TV programs, and eating cereal for dinner on a regular basis. This is what happens when I’m in a show. And, you know, I’m cool with that. She’s fine. I’m fine. We’re all fine.… Continue reading Click on it
I want pizza: Losing ourselves in the Atlanta airport
The mother of all tantrums. You know, the one when you and your kid totally lose it? The one that you fear as a parent? THE GIANT LENGTHY EXTENDED RE-MIX OF ALL THE PREVIOUS TANTRUMS TURNED UP TO ELEVEN ON THE VOLUME KNOB -- THE MOST PUBLICLY HUMILIATING SCREAMFEST COMPLETE WITH VIOLENT FLAILING TO HIGHLIGHT… Continue reading I want pizza: Losing ourselves in the Atlanta airport
My heart is haunted: silent, spoken, sung
I’ve been haunted by a story all week. The story sits in the room with me, trails behind me as I walk, hovers over my spooned-in oatmeal, perches on my nightstand as I sleep. When I wake in the night I see it gazing at me hazy and shimmering. Waiting. My neck-hair prickles. My fingers… Continue reading My heart is haunted: silent, spoken, sung
Yearning for all
You've likely heard something about the article in The Atlantic Magazine by Anne-Marie Slaughter. It's titled Why Women Still Can't Have It All. It received so much attention that the website crashed. Cool. If you haven't read it, then please do. It takes awhile because of the length, but it's worth it. After my trek… Continue reading Yearning for all
The role of a lifetime
My grandmother died last Friday. She was my last living grandparent. Now I have none. Three grandparents were living when I got married five years ago, when I had a baby three years ago, when I was at Christmas two years ago. And now there are none. There's been a shift in our family as… Continue reading The role of a lifetime
A letter to my daughter after the passage of Amendment One
Look up! There's a video of me reading my letter. Below, you'll see the transcript if you'd prefer to read instead. What are your hopes and expectations for this next generation? What's next for you? A letter to my daughter after the passage of Amendment One My darling daughter, You gave me a sweet memory… Continue reading A letter to my daughter after the passage of Amendment One
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