The end of the year is for reflection. I like to take a look back at all the feminism & gender issues I covered for BlogHer. Since it's hard for me to remember what happened an hour ago, let alone in July or, heaven forbid, January, this is an important exercise for me. It reminds me what feminists accomplished, what still needs to be done, and what I'll can only laugh about or else I'll be curled up in the fetal position whimpering. This year, I sorted stories by topic.
The combination of recession-driven budget constraints, space limitations as I transition out of one home before having a new one to move into and increasingly getting clear about my relationship with stuff means that I haven't bought much outside of consumables (food, gas, toiletries) in a while. But that doesn't mean I have stopped wanting new things. And that's O.K..
I’ve received a ton of emails lately asking me to blog about the state of the economy, and how financial stress within marriages today are at a feverish pitch. Even one of the comments I received was, “The economy will get better, but will my marriage still be in tact when it does?” Ouch, sounds serious....more
So I'm writing to you today as I'm nursing/over medicating a cold, so if I sound a little nasal, or delirious, it's because I'm on a Robitussin, Benadryl, NyQuil, Lexapro trip right now - bear with me - and let us all thank GOD all the kids are in school. Sometimes I think that when I feel like this, no one in this house has a clue what I'm going through....more
This time of year I like to practice the fine art of hibernation. It’s cold outside, the sun hides for half the day and the blankets are plentiful. I also can’t function at all on less than 7 hours sleep. I’ve tried and it’s not pretty.This is one of the most obvious methods of strong self care and probably one of the most easily ignored. We make great (or not so great) excuses for not getting our shut eye. We have too much to do, we surf the net for two hours because its there, or we don’t want to miss a good show....more
I knew I had a problem when I became a bit obsessive about tracking and getting back a small plastic container I had loaned out, something that would cost me less than a dollar to replace.
Why was this item so important to me and why couldn't I just graciously give it to the person using it? Probably I have reached my breaking point - a natural resting place where I need to stop and replenish some of the soul reserves that have been depleted of late.
SO, I am little confused , my son just started kindergarten this year, the youngest in the class. He was very against this in the days leading up to his first day. He would say “but mommy i like being little I don’t want to be a big boy”. And i would say ” but honey me and daddy can’t afford the 700 a month it would cost for daycare!” So after convincing him more or less he finally was geared up for kindergarten. His first day was probably a cue of what was to come....more
Ahh... the holidays are upon us... Images of sugar plums dancing in our heads while dreaming if Santa Claus will be providing us with treats (or a big fat lump of coal) under our Christmas trees. Who am I kidding?! That is what I want.. those images on the books I read to my son at bedtime.