Author: Joan Rivers I’m a fan of Joan Rivers. A friend of mine dubbed her the hardest working woman in Hollywood and I’m on board with that assertion. She is a hard worker and I do watch (and, truth be…
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I expect more from her.
Why would Michelle Obama wear these super-long-crotch “soccer” pants? Weird. Oy. Photo from here. —
Ladies Lunes: It’s been a while
And here is my Ladies Monday. Vivienne: 18 months old Interests: Asking “Ok?” as in, “Are you ok?”, climbing, eating with a spoon, attempting to go potty so that we sing the “Good girl” song to her, talking walks, Popsicles….
Yup.
This is Vivienne.
Exhale
Lila is feeling better. Day number eight was a turning point for us. Talking, eating… Not as much crying… My anxiety headache is starting to dissipate and all is almost right with the world. Breathe out…. …now I could really…
I’m Olympic.
In celebration of the whatever-number-Olympiad this is I bought this shirt from The Gap. (?) I know, right? Note, the shirt sold in the stores does not have rolled-up sleeves. Thankfully. I’ve got spirit, yes I do. I’ve got spirit,…
Whose kid is this?
Yesterday in the car. We had to run ONE errand and Lila was slightly irate. Vivienne was not. Alright, in this post I explained how our doctor said that Lila would have her toughest time post-surgery around days #4, #5…
Seriously?
Worst blogger EVER.
This seriously has got to be my worst blogging run in forever. I’m sorry – guys. I’m just all encompassed with Lila, trying to work from the States, a spotty wireless signal that I’m stealing from a local restaurant next…
Lila update
Today was Lila’s 4th full-day post tonsillectomy, adenoidectomy and ear tubes and it was by far [and away] the worst yet. The doctor told us that her recovery time would follow a bell curve; a few days of good, then…
Happy birthday friend, now sister!
I cannot even BEGIN to tell you how pleased I am that when I searched, “Happy Birthday Nadja” this masterpiece showed up. It is PERFECT for you, no? Schmaltzy font. BUTTERFLIES. Fairy dust. It SPARKLES. And that MAN?! Boxers showing,…
They had me at “hullo.”
So, have you seen National Geographic’s, “American Colony, Meet the Hutterites?” When C. and I first arrived in Toledo, we stumbled upon this show and were eerily sucked in. Who were these people? What language were they speaking? WHERE do…
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holdiays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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