The yoga studio where I volunteer just started a six-week workshop to enhance fertility. Apparently this isn't a new idea. And call me - single, thirtysomething, would sure like to be a mom, why yes, me - crazy, because I thought for a minute that I might drop in, because you can't be too prepared when the time comes. But what if it doesn't? I don't know if I can have children, because I've never tried. And I've never tried because I never connected with a man who wanted to try along with me, and I haven't yet been ready to do it on my own.

There’s this debate that has been going on for ages. I’m pretty sure since the book of Genesis or so it seems. A debate in which both sides seem to think that their way is the right way. Nay the only way to do things and those on the opposing side are just lost souls who are obviously illiterate and uncaring. It’s the debate between working moms and non-working moms. Which is the RIGHT decision and therefore the only decision.