what I want you to know: the fistula epidemic
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 Hope, who blogs about her life in Niger here. The idea here is that when we share our personal stories, we bring greater compassion and awareness to the unique issues that we individually face. . . .
the conversation that starts with “mommy and daddy have been married a long time . . .”
Mark and I are taking a little get-away for our 15-year anniversary. I am so looking forward to it. This will be the first trip we’ve had together away from all four kids that doesn’t involve a conference or a television taping. We have nothing scheduled, beyond sitting by a pool, reading a book, and a few other activities we enjoy doing together. (Tennis! What did you think I meant?) We waited until a few days prior to tell the kids about our trip, and had a little . . .
What do you do when someone else’s child is being unruly?
Last night I had what was probably my most awkward interchange with another child to date. Mark works late on Tuesday nights, and the kids also have swim lessons in the evening, so I usually take them out to dinner afterwards to avoid cooking and trashing the house. When I am eating out with four kids by myself, I tend to stick to restaurants that are kid-focused. There’s a pizza place near my house with a little play area, and tonight we went to another favorite spot, which is . . .
what “fit” actually looks like
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 . . .
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