Articles from July 2011



Dr-logging, the third, or fifth installation

I went out for drinks with a friend tonight and since the women I was meeting up with were all in their late 30s-40-ish, we, seemingly obviously, began talking about our mothers and motherhood, as the night ended. One woman talked about how her mother smashed her dreams by insisting that she find something to, [...]

Amy Winehouse, Sexist Jokes and How it Affects Young Women

With the news that Amy Winehouse died this week, of what unofficial sources are saying, an overdose, it gave me pause, thinking back to my youthful days as younger woman, in my 20s. I don’t think women like Winehouse, Lindsay Lohan, and (gawd) Paris Hilton are much different from any young woman in her 20s. [...]

Tree of Life, Bend, Don’t Break

I’ve spent much of my life regretting actions and wishing I hadn’t done or said many of the things I’ve done. Or said. Enter motherhood. Naturally, there are things I regret, but mostly I spend a lot of my time trying to make sure that nothing happens in Annika’s life that I regret, or will [...]

Gender Identity: What Does It Mean to Be a Woman?

I often wonder about gender. I wonder what the world would be like if we weren’t divided by gender identity into certain jobs, clothes, tasks at home, hobbies, interests, movies, TV shows, toys, colors, cars. What if we were all just people and the only difference between the people was that some of them could [...]

The Wubbulous World of Insults

Annika (and I) has been a big Dr. Seuss fan since she has been old enough to follow along with a book. Her first ever ever favorite book was The Foot Book. I kind of miss reading that one to her, even though, at the time, I wished that she enjoyed the more complex ones [...]

A Glimpse into the Future Without Cosleeping

Since I’m a single mom, I have glimpsed the future, without cosleeping, something that many/most AP moms don’t get a chance to do. It’s a sad, ironic future where you can finally sleep alone without the twisted torture of a child mangling your body while you sleep. But you miss it. You miss the child. [...]