I may be totally doxxing myself because everyone has heard all my stories, but:
I may be totally doxxing myself because everyone has heard all my stories, but:
Daniel is my favorite and I was very sorry when his book tour was postponed!
I once had BJ Novak almost roll into me and my stroller in a crosswalk but I gave him a very stern mom look because I HAD THE LIGHT and it was NO TURN ON RED, GUY, and he stopped.
I’m pro-trans rights, but anti-red line.
I bind you spektraVDG from doing harm. Harm against other people, and harm againt yourself
My first postpartum poop after both my babies (one section, one VBAC) was easily the worst part of both!
I had a ghost smell in college! I never heard of anyone else having that too. It was sweet cinnamon, in a building that had been an old industry magnate’s mansion but was converted into dorms. I smelled it constantly, particularly when I was in bed, but my three roommates (it was a quad) never did. I didn’t even find…
I was okay until the little girls came out. Then I lost it. Us grown up ladies are battle-hardened already by all this shit, but it kills me to think of the next generation of girls having to live through more of the same.
It took me too long to look it up and I missed the editing window!
Follow up: just now, thinking about this story, I went to look at the registry of deeds for the town I grew up in. They’ve got everything digitized now, so I was able to look up the closing paperwork for the house. There, my parents both signed, as did a notary, but the witness section?
This one isn’t mine, but my mom’s. She told it to me a few years ago, when my husband and I bought our house; it’s the story of how my parents got my childhood home.
Try the Target brand ones! Cheap and no characters (I also care about not having a character on my kid’s butt, or anything else). Their pull-ups are also delightful, instead of a character the girls’ ones have purple dinosaurs!
The absolute worst is when I’m straining my cold brew through one of my cheap-ass supermarket brand filters, and halfway through it busts open depositing coffee grounds and/or sludge into my precious, precious pot of cold brew.
Of the many celebrity deaths in the last few years, this one easily hit me the hardest. I was in labor with my son when the news broke; if there weren't already too many goddamn Anthonys in our family (damn eye-talians) that would have been some part of his name.
That’s exactly it. It would have taken someone special to get me to vote out Capuano; he’s progressive, listens to the community, sends out a great weekly newsletter detailing just what the hell is going on in DC. But Ayanna IS someone special. I’ve followed her on Facebook for ages and she SHOWS UP, literally and…
I will also add that I just remembered I once talked to her about donuts at the coffee and donut table at a local democratic ward meeting. She went for the neighborhood place’s stuff over Dunks, because she is a community minded lady.
I cave remember the last time I was so excited to vote in a primary; 2008, maybe? I am SO excited she won, and not at all surprised. The first time I heard her speak my first thought was that the Boston city council was definitely not her last stop. I liked Mike Capuano just fine, but Ayanna? I have never used so many…
At one of the big rallies last year (the travel ban one, I think?), they had the streets around Copley Square blocked off with trash trucks. I remember seeing Ed Markey stroll up on his way in and stop to talk to the trash truck drivers. That little gesture of respect really stuck with me.
There is definitely some middle ground between limping home and going full-on crocs, though (and no judgment from me if you go that route, I might add! We all choose how to live our own best lives!). I never, ever wear heels unless I’m going to a wedding or something- I find them massively uncomfortable, plus I stomp…
Totally. When I had my first kid, I remember having to fill out a form at the hospital that had a spot for “mother.” I puzzled for a minute why they would need my mom’s name until I realized that meant me. (Also - congrats and good luck! I’m in L&D right now working on #2. It is very boring.)