“We are at the age now … the age of perimenopause,” my girlfriend said so matter-of-factly. I laughed to myself. Maybe she was, but I am still a few years younger. I listened and supported her, but there was no way that I was experiencing perimenopause yet. But over the next several days, I couldn’t… Read More Perimenopause
For a few humbling months, I became just Jen. Not the explorer or the artist… I started to doubt if I was worth anything at all if I wasn’t making or accomplishing something. It was a dark ass time.… Read More Left-Handed Ravens and Other Happy Accidents
When I was growing up (for the record, I cannot believe I’m old enough to begin a sentence with those words!!), we didn’t have cell phones. Not, like, kids didn’t have them. Nobody had them, as they had not yet been invented. The best chance of tracking down doctors, or spouses kept on short leashes,… Read More Tuning out
Dear Timo, Every year on your birthday, I look at photos of you, and I marvel… and cry. Somehow, in the blink of an eye, you have gone from a 5 pound newborn to a 5 year-old boy. Beautiful at birth, delicate and serene, we fawned over your exquisite bone structure… which was quickly obscured… Read More A letter to my son on his 5th birthday
I have been doing this mom thing for almost eight years now, and yet up until very recently, I struggled with dinner time. And when I say “struggle” I’m talking about every aspect… …from what I make (and kids don’t eat). … to the time of day (the kids are never hungry at… Read More Dinner Wars
I follow a writer who recently lost her husband after a vicious but tragically short fight with cancer. I will not share her name or all of the details of her story as it isn’t my story to tell but if you follow amazing writers and bloggers she may be on your list and you… Read More Can I Do This Alone?
I’ve been wanting to write about this topic for a while. As a fat person, who gained weight only in recent years, I’m noticing more and more microaggressions about my weight. Just so we are all on the same page, “microaggressions are the everyday verbal, nonverbal, and environmental slights, snubs, or insults, whether intentional or… Read More Fat Microaggressions
The Hamilton soundtrack has been in heavy rotation in our house for several months now, partly in preparation for a planned Broadway adventure on Lili’s upcoming birthday – but mostly because it’s awesome. Lili digs the varied genres of music incorporated into the score, I enjoy the history and creative wordplay. Two songs have felt… Read More Who lives, who dies, who tells your story
Helicopter parents are a readily identifiable species: Omnipresent, hovering, constantly scanning the area for dangers (both real and imagined) that might warrant swooping in to rescue their beloved child(ren). Many people know at least a few who fit that description, and some of us will recognize ourselves therein. Although I do not know if there… Read More I’m not ashamed to be a helicopter parent
…a funny thing happens as you get older (besides hangovers becoming more painful): you start to prioritize things differently. … Read More Laugh Lines and Serenity: This is 41.