I feel like I’m sitting on one of those Before and After moments. One of those life defining times when you know that things will change forever and there will be a Before and an After. I had this feeling when I was leaving for the hospital in labor with Emma, when we moved to Italy, and when we were looking for houses before we … Continue reading The Before and After
On the way to Dick’s on Saturday, Ryan and I had the following conversation: Ryan: Hey, so I talked to our friend and she’s going to put together a beginner’s tennis league for women and it’ll be on Sundays. She said that will be best for you and your schedule since you’ll be working. Me: That’s really sweet! Yeah, I talked to her a few … Continue reading There Are A Lot of Reasons Why I’m Crying. (But it’s probably not because of tennis.)
I started reading essays by Erma Bombeck ten years ago, by the glow of my daughters’ nightlight during a particularly difficult time in our lives. We were moving back to Cincinnati after our overseas assignment in Italy and living with my parents, since we had sold our house the previous year. What I had imagined to be a very romantic and adventurous experience just outside … Continue reading I Was Forty-Five at the Time
My grandfather was born Quentin Gerald Brown in 1919 in Blue, Oklahoma, a tiny, relatively unknown town near the border of Texas. From what I understand, when his mother became pregnant out of wedlock, they fled in shame from her family, toward his. From a more urban midwest city to the life of sharecroppers amidst the Dustbowl, where a lifetime of staggering poverty, profound loneliness, … Continue reading Where the Crawdads Sing. This Book Will Wreck All the Other Books.
Right out of college I worked at small, marketing research company in Northern Kentucky. It was all women, three of whom smoked actual cigarettes and had real ashtrays at the their desks, in an office they shared with all of us, like an all female version of Mad Men. Aside from the second-hand smoke, it was an interesting job that I really enjoyed. But despite … Continue reading A Full-Circle Moment.
The summer after my junior year in college, I interned at a graphic design firm, in the marketing department. It was a firm in which my dad had consulted a few years prior and where he’d been dubbed “Analogy Man” due to his (over)use of analogies. I remember pride blooming in my chest, the image of him striding through that open office, suit jacket fluttering … Continue reading Gardening. It’s Just Such a Good Analogy.
When I was a little girl and I would get a cavity, which seemed like it happened often, they were so small and shallow that the dentist would pinch the skin between my thumb and pointer finger in order to numb my tooth. Totally logical. Eventually, he got to a cavity in which his Medieval-thumb-pinching-trick didn’t work and I felt the drill hit a nerve… … Continue reading Girl, Brush Your Teeth!
So. It’s been a minute since I posted last. I had hand surgery for carpal tunnel and a weirdly painful thumb situation called “trigger thumb” and I am happy to say that I showered with two hands today for the first time in two weeks. It was truly a celebratory moment. I remember this time when we were living in Italy and our dryer went … Continue reading It’s Been a While
My right hand has had a pretty rough half-decade. It all started with tingly fingers that turned into numb fingers that turned into a numb hand. I was diagnosed with carpal tunnel about five years ago… the same day that I was diagnosed with degenerative disc disease in my lower back and bursitis in my right hip. I find it far more efficient to wait … Continue reading Pulling the Trigger on Trigger Thumb Surgery
When Emma was a toddler, I bought a book called Your Spirited Child by Mary Sheedy Kurcinka. It was like my Parenting Bible and I read it over and over when my girls were little. (I may need to give it another look since teenagers and toddlers have so much in common.) One of my favorite sections of the book is in the beginning when … Continue reading A Morning Routine for Normal People (Part 2)