Some people (scientists, I believe) say that your body regenerates every seven years. That just happened to me, like, in November. I am an entirely new human being. How do I know this? Well, I’ve made a very unsettling discovery in the past few weeks: Coffee makes me nuts. It didn’t used to. It all started when [...]
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SuperWoman is going incognito today at the BlogHer Writers’ Conference. Humidity has abated, the fairies have listened to her cries, and she is off to strut around New York City amid the rushing morning crowds. No one even knows she has bright blue spandex on under her jeans, or that her comfortable clogs are also [...]
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SuperWoman gives up. It is the middle of October, and everything is sticky. Sticky leaves, sticky streets. Sticky countertops and wooden tables. The floor, especially, exudes a gumminess. Even her children have developed a greasy film. Everything is dirty, and who the hell has the time—or desire—to clean it? (Except the ants, who will outlive [...]
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How did that baby get out of my body? I’m spilling it on Babble.com today–the story of how I left my OB practice and went with a midwife and doula for the delivery of my daughter almost two years ago. It was an experience I’m very proud of, and I’m happy to tell it. If [...]
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You haven’t heard from SuperWoman in a while. That’s cause she’s friggin’ busy. A few weeks ago, she started back at her undercover job as “part-time English instructor,” and, since then, has hardly had time to clean the shit that keeps hitting the fan. Mostly, she’s just looking at the shit up there and all [...]
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At a certain point in your child’s life, you’ll decide it’s time to potty train. No more diapers, you’ll chant. You’ll look forward to bragging to your friends and family that your kid has mastered this skill that even adults have problems with. But afterward, when your child struts across your living room floor in [...]
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My baby girl is big. So big that she’s wearing clothes designed for a one-year-old. So big that she’s, no doubt, going to beat up any pimply kid who picks on her short older brother for being in the school musical. So big that she has, at not even six months, outgrown her infant-carrier carseat. [...]
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