My son turned five a little over a week ago, and I’m still reeling a bit. How can I have a five-year-old? Me? I’m still under the impression I can pass for twenty-one. But some interesting things have been happening since The Big Five birthday. I am noticing that five isn’t just a number; it’s [...]
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On the way out of the library yesterday, my daughter grabbed this book off of a display shelf. A little too young for a two-and-a-half-year old, but Hey, I thought. It’s history. And I can read it to my four (so close to five) year old. I convinced Mr. B to forsake his Ninjago comic [...]
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It was a Thursday, late March. SuperWoman needed to kill two hours between the time she picked up her progeny from school and made dinner for them. (Okay, fine. Until SuperMan made dinner—blah blah blah—and SuperWoman sipped a glass of wine.) Luckily, SuperWoman doesn’t have to spend as many hours as she used to finding [...]
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I’ve complained about it since college. Nary a semester passes when I don’t talk about it with my classes, when I don’t get all read in the face and start stammering with righteousness. It’s naked women. On the covers of magazines. On television, humping the floor in music videos. Naked women pretty much everywhere. Naked [...]
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Second Birthday Two is the age of my first memory. My mother’s green robe around her like a coat as I lifted stubby fingers into the air. I taught that to you– how to use your thumb like a wing, closed. Two fingers, a butterfly. You, more than anyone, have shown me what [...]
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Remember The Hours, where Julianne Moore plays Laura Brown, depressed housewife? She’s the mother of future artist Richard Brown (played by Ed Harris), who as an adult, thinks about her abandonment right before he plunges to his death outside his Brooklyn apartment. Happy times, this movie. Anyway, flash back to when Richard is nine. Laura, [...]
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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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If you’re like me, you keep secrets from your kids. Like the French biscuits covered in dark chocolate that are hidden deep in the cabinet. (Only if it’s not being invaded by evil pantry moths.) Or the fact that the next doctor’s visit includes a needle. (Eek!) Then there are more serious secrets, like the [...]
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The summer after junior year of high school, my two closest friends abandoned me. I can’t remember a specific incident, discussion or argument that preceded our departure. All I knew was that K and K were driving off in the morning and the afternoon while I stood at my window, peeking behind the blinds. Most [...]
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