Lazarus
When I joked we’ll name him Lazarus
“Refloating” in The San Franciscan
The Stranger Who Got Me Pregnant
The Stranger Who Got Me Pregnant
January 19, 2022
But I know the stranger in the Czech Republic wasn’t possessed by the devil. She was an angel. She gave me a new beginning, helped us end a quest that had lasted five wrenching years.
My Two-Year Old Bites and Hits. But That Doesn’t Make Him a Bully.
My Two-Year Old Bites and Hits. But That Doesn’t Make Him a Bully.
October 11, 2018
Sam’s my second child, and he’s a tornado. He walked at 10 months and climbed the bunk-bed ladder a few weeks later. He’s physical and strong-willed, much more so than our older son, Leo, who’s 9. Leo never hit anyone except sometimes me. By the time he was 3, his verbal skills were sharp, and if Leo got whacked by his friends, often he had provoked it by needing to have the last word. But distracted parents on the playground don’t always see the lead-up. They raise their heads when a blow is landed, and the hitter is instantly labeled: That’s the bad kid, we all think. Or, perhaps: That’s the bad parent.
In Praise of Mindful Birthing
In Praise of Mindful Birthing
September 5, 2017
So many things went wrong during the birth of my son Leo eight years ago that the obstetrician who delivered him described our experience as being like that scene at the end of Return of the Jedi, when the Millennium Falcon just manages to fly out of the Death Star before it explodes.
In other words, we made a very narrow escape.
About Me
I'm working from the premise that motherhood is not just all diapers, tantrums, and setting limits. It's interesting. Okay, sometimes. My new poetry collection is out from Blue Light Press!
