Eventually, I got to the point where I could turn a little attention back to myself and learned quickly that the process of reclaiming yourself is a SLOW one. Teasing out the time alone is a challenge but, once you get there, you realize how much your perspective has changed.
Having been career driven before my daughter, Madeleine, I welcomed returning to work just to be doing something familiar – even with my gimpy wrist issues.
Apart from being a little hungry at the beginning, Madeleine was a pretty funny baby. I’d watch her sleeping and she would break into a huge toothless smile without warning.
Like many other areas of my life, early motherhood did not follow the blueprint that I read about in books.
My childhood friend, Kerry, is one of these women who shows how big love can be again and again. I met her when we were in middle school. We shared a love of dance, dark, sarcastic humor, and the daytime soap, General Hospital.
Many years ago, I used to rollerblade on the Minuteman Trail in Arlington with my best college bud, Melissa.
“Just one more bowl,” I hear myself murmur and I know that it’s happened: I’ve become the Night Snacker once more.
I remember getting the news through a voicemail while I was at work: I was officially pregnant.
There are many paths in the IVF journey since people come to it with different bodies and different lifestyles. But one place where each path intersects is the effect that it has on the mind.
I had always grown up thinking that my life would progress in the natural way: flirting, dating, marriage, kids. There was no reason to believe any different until I got to be 40 and took stock
is spending time with people you never get to see enough