Jennifer
Apres – Babymoon
I’m a stay-at-home mom with seven-month and four-year-old daughters. My husband works about fifteen minutes away, but his hours are long. He’s not around much to deal with parenting and household duties. The baby...
Motherhood: The Second Time Around
I remember when my oldest daughter was born. Like many (all?) expectant mothers, I was a bit of a Nervous Nelly.
I slept on top of an old beach towel from about my sixth month...
Confessions of a Soon-To-Be Second-Time Mom
My husband and I had always agreed that we’d like to have two children. Our firstborn daughter was born in July, and I became pregnant for the second time in October. Sadly, I suffered...
More Than a Mommy
I want to start by saying that I love being a mother. I always knew I’d like it once I was out of my partying twenties and actually decided that I wanted to have...
Breastfeeding Is Hard (At Least It Is For Me)
There are a couple of myths about childbirth and child-rearing that I’ve found to be, well, myths. For example, I always thought my water was supposed to break in a torrent while dining at...
Shifting Focus
I started running way back before I had children—before I was even married. When I was young and single, I lived in this attic apartment in Weehawken that I liked to imagine was very...
Phantom :: A Night At The Westchester Broadway Theatre
Last Friday night I had the privilege of attending the season-opening of Phantom at The Westchester Broadway Theatre. That’s Phantom, the book by Arthur Kopit, and music and lyrics by Maury Yeston. Not The...
Silver Linings
It’s not hyperbole to say that my family and I had a horrible summer. If you follow my posts, you know that my husband’s Aunt and Godmother died in June from ovarian cancer. My...
How a Carnival Helped Me Fight Grief
In June, my husband’s aunt died after a long and incredibly courageous battle with ovarian cancer. I say “my husband’s aunt,” because biologically that is who she was, but it doesn’t accurately describe what...
In Defense of Older Moms
The other day a pregnant friend told me she’d been strong-armed by her ObGyn into submitting to an invasive genetic screening due to her “advanced maternal age.” She’s thirty-six. I’ll leave the rant about...