If week 1 was concerned with how to get up at 5 a.m., then week 2 asked, how do I best use that time? Notice how “best” sneaks in with its unconscious standard. No surprise, I started to panic. My struggle for precious unstructured time, already nervous at the edges, was falling into the trap of structure and productivity. The culprit, I now realize, was my left brain. Continue reading
Barren
July 15, 2010 By Leave a Comment
My friend – I’ll call her Lily – wasn’t actually my friend until we started corresponding about her surprise infertility and my surprise pregnancy. We knew each other casually, we were both writers, she much… Continue reading
Aural Pleasure
July 15, 2010 By Leave a Comment
Scarlett sounded like a songbird the minute she left the crucible of my belly. That threw me. Baby noise topped my list of don’ts, along with being barefoot and in the kitchen. Too educated to… Continue reading