One of my friends recently entered the world of online dating, and she was lamenting to me about the body standards that some of the men post in their profiles. “They say they want a woman who is fit,” she says. “But I know what fit is code for. It’s code for skinny.” My friend is tall and active. She runs almost every day. She’s very fit. And yet, she suspects that her plus-sized body proportions would be off-putting to someone seeking a partner . . .
surviving carmageddon (and other first world problems)
Thanks to everyone who was fervently praying . . . we’ve survived Carmageddon. You take us off the prayer-chain for now. It was a rough weekend, though. Sure, the news stories may be telling you that Carmageddon was mainly an overgrown panic perpetuated by a bunch of paranoid, traffic-weary SoCal residents. And for the most part, it was. But this weekend we found ourselves in the midst of a perfect traffic storm, being that our home is situated in the middle of the closed-down . . .
this week in iphone photos
I'm gonna take a cue from my friend Julie and post the week's instagram photos on the blog. Gratuitous cute kid photos ahead . . . Our family from Seattle was out this week. The kids loved hanging with their cousins. Strawberry/Kale/Almond Milk Smoothie. It tastes better than it looks. The cousins camped at the beach for a few nights, so we joined them in the evenings. India took a marker to her hair. I tried to scold her, but I had to give her props . . .
that’s what she said: mid-summer night’s edition
Some good reads on the web this week. Click on the title to read the whole thing.Getting Past a “Mom Funk” from The Happiest MomWhen I fall into one of these mom funks, I somehow manage to feel two conflicting emotions simultaneously. I feel anxious, like there’s something I’m supposed to be doing, but I can’t put my finger on just what. At the same time I have a hard time getting moving on any of the things I know I really need or want to do. I feel stuck, paralyzed, and fretful. (The Mom . . .
what I want you to know: the humbling of a breastfeeding snob
What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s post is by Abbie Rumbach, who blogs at The Kids Made Me Fat. I was never very good at pregnancy. Sure, I guess it all turned out all right. The pregnancies always achieved the desired results - a baby. . . .
fifteen years
We celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary on Wednesday. FIFTEEN YEARS. You know, I'm not surprised that we are still married. I just can't believe I'm old enough to have been married that long. Fifteen years seems old, right? Gah. We spent our evening in LA, taking our chances on the 405 with the impending Carmageddon this weekend (roads were clear!) We ate at a darling little restaurant called Cafe Gratitude. The vibe was soooo LA. All of the food was . . .
the form letter for unmet expectations
I have found myself in another crushingly busy season where every day I look at the tasks on my to-do list, look at the time I have allotted for completing said tasks, and then wallow in a pit of despair because I AM TYPE A AND THAT’S WHAT WE DO. I am seriously so behind in every single area of life that I’ve decided to just make up a sort of multiple-choice form letter that I can email to people, highlighting the answers that are relevant to that particular person I have . . .
couscous salad anti-recipe
A couple people on The Twitter asked me to share the recipe for the couscous salad I make for pretty much any BBQ or potluck event we attend. I love sharing food ideas, but I also run into a minor issue when asked to post recipes: namely the fact that I never follow them. I don't know what it is with me and recipes. Perhaps some sense of rebellion in me? Some spirit of adventure that doesn't want to be tamed by things like fractions and measuring cups? A throwback to my anti-establishment . . .
bieber fever
In what may prove to be my biggest mistake of the year, I let my kids watch the Justin Bieber documentary a few weeks ago. I had heard it was a great story of someone who worked hard to meet his goals, and I figured the kids would enjoy it. They did. I will confess, I didn’t hate it either. However . . . ever since we saw the movie, my daughter India has displayed an ever-growing obsession with Justin Bieber. It’s the kind of behavior I would expect from, say, a . . .
what I want you to know: the impact of adoption loss
What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s post is by an anonymous reader. I fell to my knees onto the floor of the hotel's Berber carpeting and cried out to God. I had no idea five months ago when I signed on to adopt domestically that my heart would . . .
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