thematically fickle

Three years ago today, we flew to Chicago to meet Ruby. The delayed flight certainly added to our anticipation and also, the agony of our wait. Out of the (mere) 7 months that our adoption process took before our match, it was this last 36 hours before we held our daughter that were the most [...]

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What did previous generations ever do without the internets? Need to know the actual lyrics to Blinded by the Light because “wrapped up like a douche” isn’t exactly rock song-y? Ask Jeeves. Have to know where Suriname is located because your friend is assigned to spend the next 27-months there for her Peace Corps stint? [...]

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Me: Do you know where babies come from, Ruby?
Ruby: Yah…?
Me: Where, honey? Where do babies grow?
Ruby: Laura’s tummy!
Me: Well, Alex’s mom did just have a baby grow in her tummy. You’re right. But…did you grow in Laura’s tummy?
Ruby: Nooooooooooo!
Me: Who’s tummy did you grow in?
Ruby: Ella’s!

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In the light of day, everything seems survivable. But last night, while in the throes of CrySnotCough Fest 2006, I honestly contemplated telling Sam that I was headed out for the proverbial pack of smokes. Seriously. I came dangerously close to needing a straight jacket and padded room. We put Ruby down for bed at [...]

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I sat down to write about my week and my daughter but have to take a slight detour due to the ongoing attitude of American moral superiority that George W. Bush and his zealous supporters continue to display to the world and, perhaps even more upsetting, the level of apathy exhibited by the greater American [...]

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My infant daughter cried out to me in the middle of the night. When I got to her, I found my beautiful smiling girl in a very leaky diaper. I scooped her into my arms, changed her, kissed her nose a dozen times and then brought her into my bed. Wedged between my husband and [...]

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