August 2009

Words from the vault

• Sleeping Beneath the Tree

  Jen is right. It is the experiences of childhood that tell the tale of our youth as we get older and gain perspective about our upbringing. It is not only the opportunities that we are offered--soccer camps, slumber parties and piano lessons--or the material gifts that shower down upon us on Christm

• The Three Popsicle Day

  We don't go on too many weekend family outings, because on the days that I am home, J works (and vice versa). So this morning, when I was standing in the center of our little town at 9:56 a.m. and it was clear that the Memorial Day parade was not today (and, probably, in fact would be on Memorial Da

• A Few Clarifications About Our Half-Drunk Challenge and Some Ideas of How to Get Started

  1. You DO NOT have to have a blog to take part in the Half-Drunk Challenge. If you would like to write something specifically for us, we would be honored. Write write away, submit your essay/story to one of us via e-mail, and we will take it from there. (See those nice little e-mail buttons over the

• A very wealthy life

  This is the place where we admit it all. Where we say what we can't say to our friends at the playground. To our neighbors at a backyard barbecue. Where we coddle the voice that sits within. The one that whines in frustration at all the chores and the failures. The deeds undone. The lives we don't h

• The days of no me before motherhood

  So I kind of abandoned Sarah this week. Talk about SCARY. I'd been walking around for days frustrated with just about every big aspect of life. (More than usual.) Money. Career. Relationship. Mommyhood. And I'd started to take it all out on my kids. And my partner. I was having imaginary conversatio

• When life gets in the way of motherhood

  My boy is sick. He lays beside me in bed right now telling me over and over it's time for him to go to sleep. Finally admitting that he feels horrible. He isn't just "fine." Telling me that he loves me and that he wants me to be right next to him. Right now and all night long. In my big comfortable

• Jen

  I’m the older sister. My children are 1, 4, and 5-and-a-half. My story is not as dramatic as Sarah's. In many ways I am pretty average. I work part time as a writer/editor at an academic publication. I'm home part time with my family, trying to keep tabs on all of the needs of five people livi

• I think I had an orgasm on my spin bike

  I am not generally a sweater. No, we’re not talking merino wool. We’re talking sweat, people, perspiration. So, let me repeat. I am not generally a sweater. I’m usually the one at the end of the race with a bright red face and splotchy limbs, looking a bit under the weather. I push my bo

• Trading one dream for another. But maybe only temporarily.

  With every milestone I find myself looking back, usually wondering HOW did we ever get HERE. B is FIVE already? Holy moly, as he would say. What happened? Wasn't he just born? Weren't we just nuzzled together on the couch, settled in for one of his marathon nursing sessions?Nope. It's been five year

• Looking beyond the look(s)

  Tolerance. I hate that word. I hate it because is it really so so difficult to just skip ahead to acceptance? I hate it because I identified with the gay community for a while, and still do sometimes, strangely enough, and the word tolerance meant difference to me. Not good difference. Difference th