I am compulsively independent. Think toddler demanding to do everything “all by myself” even when that thing requires at least two adults and a power tool. Compulsively independent. There are a million ways that motherhood has challenged me, but perhaps most challenging of all, has been the struggle to reconcile that compulsive independence with the…… Continue reading My Modern Village
This morning, as we raced our way through Meijer (hey Midwest) and Costco, I felt the annoyance begin to build within me. Annoyance that I felt obligated to stock up on everything, frustration that the control measures I thought impossible four days ago are now widespread realities. I was 20 minutes into waiting in line…… Continue reading About the Children
Today is a first for me, in many ways. Today, I celebrate my first Mother’s Day as Mother. It is the first Mother’s Day I welcomed at Midnight with a crying baby, celebrated quietly at 4am as he nursed. The first year my own child smiled at me in bed for morning snuggles before beginning…… Continue reading The Warriors, The Mourners, The Dreamers
It was a humid morning in late May as I walked the seemingly longer and longer seven blocks from Grand Central Station to my office on First Ave and 38th Street. It was beginning to require more energy each day to place swollen foot ahead of swollen foot, carrying swollen belly from one place to…… Continue reading Empathy, Integrity, Passion
