For those of you unfamiliar with the acronym DINK it stands for Duel Income, No Kids. Being of the DINK subset of humans myself I was familiar with the concept but not the terminology. When I first heard of the “DINK Lifestyle” I felt so labeled, so judged....more
Welcome to the "Fireside Chats". It is getting cold here in Silicon Valley and I personally would love to sit down with you at the fire place, with a glass of (your favorite drink) and chat about life. Of course, when you think of life death is a part of the story too....more
I am twenty-four years old and I can tell you, without a shadow of a doubt, that I don’t want to have children. Ever. When I get on my own health insurance I want to get my tubes tied, and until then I will take every possible precaution to avoid getting pregnant. We live in the 21st century, so why is a woman who opts to stay childfree for life still given the stink-eye?...more
In the past year and ESPECIALLY in the past few months, I’ve been surrounded by babies, particularly newborns. My best friend and brother both had their firstborns within days of each other, so naturally a lot of photoshoots followed....more
This past February, my furnace went kaput. One day, it was a nice 68 degrees—downright tropical during the winter's Polar Vortex. The next day, I could have sworn I saw my breath. After a few moments of panic and mentally preparing myself to freeze to death in my sleep—alone, childless, forever single—I was able to do the adult thing and schedule a repair. Someone would be headed to my home the following afternoon. I paused briefly upon realizing that I'd need to be home in the middle of the workday … but this was an emergency.
Society keeps telling us that time is running out and that if we are ever going to pursue motherhood, we should get on it sooner rather than later. I understand the science that supports this belief but I still can’t help but feel like it’s a scare tactic....more
I dipped my spoon into the molten lava cake and ice cream I shouldn't be eating (and wouldn't be, if I fit into my favorite skinny jeans), and slowly raised my eyes up to his, only to see them trailing off somewhere in the half-empty chain restaurant. I know he's already mentally changed the subject, so I distract myself looking at the kind-of-cute waiter's tattoos and let it go (for now).