I’m a little sore from my last trip to the gym. I showed up just in time for a fantastic yoga class, rolled out my mat, and enjoyed a slow introduction. We moved from standing poses to warrior and then to downward facing dog. I was okay for the first sun salutation, but by the
Last week I was directed to the Unassisted Birth Story of Estella Lenore. My children’s birth stories are a little bit different. They go like this. Mommy checked into the hospital. Mommy said “ouch” the really nice doctor gave mommy a shot in the back. Ninety minutes later you were born. No, I’m not kidding.
Feels pretty much like 39, except I got to walk up to Mulholland this morning without worrying about anyone else’s plans. The kids don’t seem to be fighting, and I haven’t had to pick up after anyone. So I guess that’s a perfect day.
Lisa Belkin wrote a great article about what it means to be a wife, both at our age, and at our mother’s ages. In the Motherlode Lisa talks about the evolution of our marriages. She notes that “Women still seem to want to be brides… and mothers… but we rarely describe ourselves as wives.” That
I’m uncomfortable with this blog and the tone of the mom blogging community. ShePosts.com is a new site, and I think it reads like a hall of shame. I love sharing common experiences. I love the process of finding great things, and I love the community that has evolved out of tech. I’ll be at