Then morning came, and he wanted to rest a little more, and not take off his night-time pull up, and finish his show. Our fearless leaders were all on an airplane, headed for the West Coast for some conference or other.
they're all about the writing. I left that job, a little despairing.
It was circle time, and we told each other the most intimate details, as if we were talking to God.
Parents who swear when their babies are babies come to a crossroads around preschool.
Happy birthday, I thought to myself.
Early on I chose to be a career woman. As my senior year Comp-lit teacher used to say, my Internet lifestyle has come full circle.
We offered them as lovingly hand-knitted gifts, products of a thousand yards of experience and personality and creativity and meaning. I'm basically providing half my family's income through blogging. We thought about how our backs ached, and how good it would feel to set our babies down in that calm high-ceilinged room.
My expenses are very low. Yes I will respond eventually. And I enjoy talking to you.
Instead I talked of the possibility I might start work soon, how much I loved the nanny share I'd had with Everett. On one side, we have Linda Hirshman, who has the position that feminism is being undermined by "elite" women who choose to stay at home. I plan to write about many of them over at Slashfood, and many more of them here. I felt like a caricature of a mad mommy. And I did it all from under a pile of my little boys. I was lucky to be one of several writers contributing to the pre-launch goodness of slashfood, the newest and yummiest blog in the network.
Sure, we can all donate stuffed animals we never wanted and clothes our kids have grown out of. Find a job for its profit potential, not its idealism. And then, in a moment, his "together" cord will snap and he'll lash out - somersaulting, hurling himself around in giddy silly aggression.
"And it's now theory time.
" and he solemnly, yet brightly, answered, "OK! Speak the truth, and drink coffee. I was making less, it's true, than my salary would be had I taken that job at Merrill Lynch in New York City.
I cared more about the baby's health. This was the only day off for the last working mama.
About feminism and food and raising boys and real kitchens. Linda Hirshman believes that feminism has, essentially, failed.
And I did it all from under a pile of my little boys. It's unfortunate that these usually have to be shared with his brother Truman - but lucky for me, I'll have so many more options to photograph those beautiful faces.
We offered them as lovingly hand-knitted gifts, products of a thousand yards of experience and personality and creativity and meaning.