UnderCoverMother

So tonight my life coach and I started with a discussion of how things are going in general and as the conversation unfolded, I ended up first in an airport (Amsterdam, actually) waiting on line for an unknown destination with a handbag and a back pack only to find that I suddently had my violin case (and violin in it, of course) in the other hand and my ticket was to Limerick (in Ireland).  Upon arrival I searched for my party and found a placard with my name in Irish and English and I went, by limo to the field where "my people" were all hanging out and playing music by a bonfire.  Read more >

Well, I did it.  I read Eclipse in less than 24 hours.  Well, actually, I may have started it on Thursday.  Still, a record of late.  I hardly find time to read since the birth of my first child nearly five and a half years ago.  And writing, well, as evidenced here, is even less frequent.  I have decided it is time to start blogging more frequently, I do end up with some interesting (by my standards, Irish-blooded as I am) stories to share.  Read more >

My mom is in her mid-seventies (well, late 70's I guess) and she just had a lumpectomy two weeks ago.  She's doing great, by the criteria on cancer.gov she's low risk for a recurrence and she has no plans to do any further treaments.  In her words, "Chemo and radiation kill people."  Plus, she figures at 77 with her spouse already gone and her kids settled into families of their own, what's the point in trying to prolong the inevitable.  I get it, I really do.   Read more >

When I was a kid, all my friends had Cabbage Patch dolls with cute disposable diapers.  My doll was a knock-off, purchased with guilded intentions by my father with money given him by my grandma.  Never send a middle-aged man to do a consumer-capitalist-child's job, I guess, but at any rate, my doll had a cloth diaper.  Her head also fell off frequently and after a report that some counterfit dolls were stuffed with kerosene-soaked rags, I was forbidden from sleeping with her.  No, not traumatic or anything.  Ha ha ha.  And not to mention that I think the guilt (both of getting me a f  Read more >

Day to day reality here involves going out just about every weekday morning with my two daughters (ages 5mo and 2years 10months as I write this), hoping they both fall asleep on the drive back home, scurring to try to "accomplish something" (be it housework, work towards my childbirth ed certification, sewing, reading or showering)before my spouse gets home (he happens to be a he).  Spouse usually fixes up dinner, and puts my elder daughter to bed while I nurse the younger down and/or do laundry.  With luck we both remain awake long enough to  Read more >