Sometime post-fire, pre-birth I heard a report on NPR claiming that pregnant women lose 8% of their brains during pregnancy, but by 6 months post-partum they regain that 8 plus an additional 8, making them even smarter than before. I can only hope. Last week after snacking on white corn tortilla chips and salsa ranch … More Imagine if I used all 92% of my brain
I have been back to work for three full days and part of one class period. I have first period planning. Of four first periods, I’ve been called to cover classes twice. For the ENTIRE. 90MINUTE. BLOCK. I teach for the rest of the day, minus a 27 minute lunch. My students have to eat in … More The more things change, the more they stay the same
You are two months old today were two months old a few days ago. Sorry I’m late. I tend to be a bit behind on things sometimes. Just ask the CD mix club members, who still have not received the CD I was supposed to make and send back in November. Not to worry: I … More A la mia cara Mia: 2 months
This is my last post on Blogger, and my first post on my all new blog at WordPress. Call me a follower, a copycat, a bandwagon-jumper–whatever you call me, please keep visiting, and if you link to my site, please adjust your site accordingly. The truth about the change is that I don’t like being … More New frontiers
When I was a senior in high school I had a kick-ass English teacher who, to me, was an icon, a goddess among people. She was sharp-tongued and quick witted, and she worked our know-it-all asses off. Most of my classmates hated her. I wanted to be just like her. One of her best-known quirks … More 60 is the new 92.5
I know this sounds prosaic, but I can hardly believe you are already a month old–that an entire month has passed since I first saw your face, just inches from mine, looking into my eyes for the first time. You’ve given me the once over many more times since then, and as best I can … More A la mia cara Mia: 1 month
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With all the thanks I’ve received for writing an epidural birth story, I’m starting to feel like I’ve broken some heavy silence we’ve all been afraid to crack. Seriously, are there people out there who are afraid to admit they want drugs during childbirth? Afraid of being criticized or ridiculed? Afraid we might think badly … More Breaking the epidural silence, and other random thoughts [*EDITED]
It was just before 2:30 a.m. on December 26th when we arrived at The Women*s Hospit@l of Greensboro, a place I had heard many wonderful things about from friends who have delivered babies there. I had been to the facility for one Sunday morning insemination, an ultrasound, and an HSG, all good experiences which took … More If I Had Known Then What I Know Now: The Story of my Daughter’s Birth, Part 2
There is video footage from Christmas morning of my sisters trying to bribe the baby into being born. Megan is holding up the baby’s presents–two tiny tie-dyed shirts she made, a teensy pair of baby Crocs, a Lambchop doll that talks. Charity is showing the baby the dogs and the cat and pretending to pick … More If I Had Known Then What I Know Now: The Story of my Daughter’s Birth, Part 1
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