Sometime around 5 p.m. Thursday night, I received a text from Abigail’s nanny that my girl was running a fever of 103. They say that a healthy child is akin to winning the lottery. They are right. And when you’re the parent of a healthy child, and in the moments your child becomes sick, you…
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Typically I try not to get worked up over celebrity death, but today Maurice Sendak died, and I’m tremendously heartbroken. Apropos, I suppose, that it’s approaching Mother’s Day, and to say that the mother I want to be, the mother I hope that I’m becoming, is one who respects and understands the complexity of her…
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I want to talk about the weight loss but it feels disingenuous. As we all know, there are rules – oh God, RULES – when it comes to how women can talk about their bodies, especially as it pertains to weight. 1) You can talk about the weight you’ve lost, but you have to be…
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Far be it from me to quote the likes of Jenny McCarthy – who one of my colleagues ran into the other night at a restaurant here in Chicago and said that someone had to tell her it was Jenny McCarthy, rather than, as my colleague first suspected, “a porn star” </gossip> – but one…
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When I think of the past winter and spring, I think of a deluge. I don’t mean to be vague, but there have been a whole host of important and unimportant happenings in my life since January, all of which have served to touch on every raw, exposed, twitchy and unformed nerve in my being….
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A year ago this week I was diagnosed with postpartum depression. I want to say something profound about this anniversary, but I’m at a loss for the right words. I’m a little overcome reading that entry, to be honest. Some of it is a reminder too painful of what a dark place I was in…
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As of right now I’m heading into the office. On the train as we speak. It’s been a long three weeks. I’m happy to be back to my routine, though it does mean missing Abigail – she’d come barreling into my bedroom at odd moments with a huge smile on her face and requests for…
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“Wow,” she remembers thinking, “now I can fall and I’ll break.” – from ‘109 Minutes With Candice Bergen,’ New York magazine So last week, when I said I hadn’t been feeling well, assumed it was hormones and lethargy from the get-together with friends I had the Friday before? Yeah, no. It was my gallbladder. Not…
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I have not been feeling well for the past few days, primarily because I’ve been fighting a cold, and then just the usual confluence of hormones and the fried foods I’d had last Friday. (Crab Rangoon. And some egg rolls. They were good but Lord. Talk about an energy suck.) I woke up this morning…
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Tonight, as I snuggled with AG in her glider before putting her down for bed, I allowed my mind to wander into those little blissful corners where it typically is too preoccupied to go. Where I count my blessings and dream and am filled with such overwhelming gratitude for my life. (Thanks, everyone, by the…
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My favorite part of the day is the moment when I crawl into bed with my weird green drink, a book, my iPad and the notion that I don’t have to be awake for at least 7.5 hours, if I play my cards right. Settling into bed, typically by 9:30 p.m. every night, signals the…
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Walking was amazing, but as a milestone that leaves a pit in my stomach, it wasn’t one of them. Crawling, too. Big, but relief more than anything. Laughter was big, mostly because for the first few months of her life Abigail was a frowny, frowny baby. I mean, seriously: So these were big deals, but…
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I needed a win. It’s probably sad to not only come to that realization but also to voice it aloud, but as I drove home from Derby Lite on Saturday, the seemingly massive amounts of happy pumping through my body confirmed it. I hadn’t cranked up music in our car in so long. Since the…
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