I was sitting on the kitchen floor when Ruby held her tiny, pink toy phone up to my ear. And then I heard myself saying: Yes, hello? Oh hi! Is this Ruby? Hi Ruby, it’s so good to hear from you! We need to get together real soon. How about lunch? Do you want to … Continue reading
I have a confession. Are you ready for it? I’m not a feminist. A lot of the really great bloggers I know are. So I read their posts about toy aisles on pink steroids, the marketing of anorexic bodies and inequality in the workplace. And I… Okay, I have another confession. I sort of roll … Continue reading
Jason, my husband, generously offered to watch the baby for a few minutes this afternoon while I took a break from parenting. I fixed myself an iced coffee with plenty of cream, cuddled up under a blanket and tapped open the Twitter app on my iPhone. And there it was all over my Home page. … Continue reading
At some point early in training, I imagined myself writing this race report. I imagined myself writing about everything I had overcome since my first baby was born, about how the marathon was some kind of metaphor for my experience with new motherhood and how I had conquered it all. I suppose I hoped to … Continue reading