On a sunny day, not unlike some of the ones we’ve enjoyed this week, my water broke and labor began for my second child. Neither of these occurred with any haste – it was more a leak than a gush and the progress of my contractions was painfully (literally) slow. When my red-faced, bald-headed baby … Continue reading My mythical beast turns 16
Tag: life
Living (too) large
You know how they say "travel is broadening?" Well, when it comes to the size of my ass, I'd definitely have to agree. Seriously, I've taken to referring to my hips as "croissant" and "pain au chocolat." Whatever. I don't regret eating a single slab of pâté or hunk of Camembert. It was vacation. Now that I'm … Continue reading Living (too) large
Love in Ernest
As an undergraduate, I fell in love with Ernest Hemingway. My major in English trumped my minor in Women's Studies when it came to his mysogynistic ways. After reading a number of biographical works about him I forgave him. He was damaged goods. His writing impressed me and I have repeatedly heard his voice in … Continue reading Love in Ernest
Je m’appelle Silvia. Je déteste à voler
Yesterday’s tragic plane crash in the French Alps has really rocked me. I’ve never been an enthusiastic flyer and horrific incidents like this amp up my anxiety about getting on a plane in the next couple of weeks. In the big picture, I don’t think it really makes a difference why the plane went down, … Continue reading Je m’appelle Silvia. Je déteste à voler
I never imagined
On our 15th wedding anniversary, my husband and I had a special dinner at a restaurant on Martha's Vineyard. The meal was a bit of a disappointment, but the company was good. After we had finished our meals and were somewhere between entrée and dessert, our wedding song came on over the restaurant's speakers. I … Continue reading I never imagined
Love, me
Don't even approach my body unless you've first been between my ears. I'm 48, not 18. True love isn't roses and chocolate. It's starting my car on a winter's morning or bringing home pizza on a Friday night. Love is buying me the Sunday paper on Saturday so I don't have to go outside on … Continue reading Love, me
Make(s) me happy
Many years ago a friend in the midst of the disintegration of her marriage, told me she didn't want to be responsible for her husband's happiness. Since that time, I've learned what that felt like and I've heard other women say the same thing, although not always using the same words. Who are you responsible … Continue reading Make(s) me happy
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