This Page

has been moved to new address


Sorry for inconvenience...

Redirection provided by Blogger to WordPress Migration Service
body { background:#fff; margin:0; padding:40px 20px; font:x-small Georgia,Serif; text-align:center; color:#333; font-size/* */:/**/small; font-size: /**/small; } a:link { color:#58a; text-decoration:none; } a:visited { color:#969; text-decoration:none; } a:hover { color:#c60; text-decoration:underline; } a img { border-width:0; } /* Header ----------------------------------------------- */ @media all { #header { width:660px; margin:0 auto 10px; border:1px solid #ccc; } } @media handheld { #header { width:90%; } } #blog-title { margin:5px 5px 0; padding:20px 20px .25em; border:1px solid #eee; border-width:1px 1px 0; font-size:200%; line-height:1.2em; font-weight:normal; color:#666; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:.2em; } #blog-title a { color:#666; text-decoration:none; } #blog-title a:hover { color:#c60; } #description { margin:0 5px 5px; padding:0 20px 20px; border:1px solid #eee; border-width:0 1px 1px; max-width:700px; font:78%/1.4em "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,Sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:.2em; color:#999; } /* Content ----------------------------------------------- */ @media all { #content { width:660px; margin:0 auto; padding:0; text-align:left; } #main { width:410px; float:left; } #sidebar { width:220px; float:right; } } @media handheld { #content { width:90%; } #main { width:100%; float:none; } #sidebar { width:100%; float:none; } } /* Headings ----------------------------------------------- */ h2 { margin:1.5em 0 .75em; font:78%/1.4em "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,Sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:.2em; color:#999; } /* Posts ----------------------------------------------- */ @media all { .date-header { margin:1.5em 0 .5em; } .post { margin:.5em 0 1.5em; border-bottom:1px dotted #ccc; padding-bottom:1.5em; } } @media handheld { .date-header { padding:0 1.5em 0 1.5em; } .post { padding:0 1.5em 0 1.5em; } } .post-title { margin:.25em 0 0; padding:0 0 4px; font-size:140%; font-weight:normal; line-height:1.4em; color:#c60; } .post-title a, .post-title a:visited, .post-title strong { display:block; text-decoration:none; color:#c60; font-weight:normal; } .post-title strong, .post-title a:hover { color:#333; } .post div { margin:0 0 .75em; line-height:1.6em; } { margin:-.25em 0 0; color:#ccc; } .post-footer em, .comment-link { font:78%/1.4em "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,Sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:.1em; } .post-footer em { font-style:normal; color:#999; margin-right:.6em; } .comment-link { margin-left:.6em; } .post img { padding:4px; border:1px solid #ddd; } .post blockquote { margin:1em 20px; } .post blockquote p { margin:.75em 0; } /* Comments ----------------------------------------------- */ #comments h4 { margin:1em 0; font:bold 78%/1.6em "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,Sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:.2em; color:#999; } #comments h4 strong { font-size:130%; } #comments-block { margin:1em 0 1.5em; line-height:1.6em; } #comments-block dt { margin:.5em 0; } #comments-block dd { margin:.25em 0 0; } #comments-block dd.comment-timestamp { margin:-.25em 0 2em; font:78%/1.4em "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,Sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:.1em; } #comments-block dd p { margin:0 0 .75em; } .deleted-comment { font-style:italic; color:gray; } /* Sidebar Content ----------------------------------------------- */ #sidebar ul { margin:0 0 1.5em; padding:0 0 1.5em; border-bottom:1px dotted #ccc; list-style:none; } #sidebar li { margin:0; padding:0 0 .25em 15px; text-indent:-15px; line-height:1.5em; } #sidebar p { color:#666; line-height:1.5em; } /* Profile ----------------------------------------------- */ #profile-container { margin:0 0 1.5em; border-bottom:1px dotted #ccc; padding-bottom:1.5em; } .profile-datablock { margin:.5em 0 .5em; } .profile-img { display:inline; } .profile-img img { float:left; padding:4px; border:1px solid #ddd; margin:0 8px 3px 0; } .profile-data { margin:0; font:bold 78%/1.6em "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,Sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:.1em; } .profile-data strong { display:none; } .profile-textblock { margin:0 0 .5em; } .profile-link { margin:0; font:78%/1.4em "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,Sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:.1em; } /* Footer ----------------------------------------------- */ #footer { width:660px; clear:both; margin:0 auto; } #footer hr { display:none; } #footer p { margin:0; padding-top:15px; font:78%/1.6em "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,Sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:.1em; } /* Feeds ----------------------------------------------- */ #blogfeeds { } #postfeeds { }

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


“You don’t mind if I bring E?” I email my editor a couple days before a meeting and he responds, "Of course not." He tells me bring her and that we’ll be quick.

So I bring her to the coffee shop and she does pretty good, climbing up and down the chair, coloring, saying Hi! To each random passerby.

It’s not until we leave that I notice I never removed the noodle necklace H had made the day before that makes me realize this blending of mothering and writing is sometimes a collision.


A week later, I’ve got an interview I have to do. No childcare for E, I’m not sweating it, I’ll bring her along, what’s the worst that can happen.

And the worst that can happen happens, before my eyes. My daughter transforms to a Tazmanian devil and is running and spinning, slamming her hand on open laptops at the coffee shop while I conduct an interview.

“Your writing is so professional.” An acquaintance tells me. I thank him but inside I’m thinking if only you know how the process looked. It’s not always so professional.

This writing and mothering thing collide again.


We're juggling and figuring.
I tell J late Sunday night how I’m looking forward to a morning of working at the coffee shop. To cross some things off my list. Meet some deadlines on time. Just to write some things on my mind, my heart.

And then things go bump in the night.

And the morning shows up and we can’t do it. Sick baby wins every time.


Last week, I tell J that this is it. This is what I’ve been wanting, looking for, dreaming of. I am living, loving, being mom and taking a break, getting away, writing (here, for myself, book stuff, Patch) and this is it.

Even when it all collides. Noodle necklaces, 2 year old crashing interviews and sick baby work days, just to name a few. I’ll take it all, friends.

It’s called having your cake, watching your two year old smash it all up and eating it too.
march2011 001


Blogger Hyacynth said...

I can SO relate to this. It's life with kid{s}. And I think how your put it at the end -- having your cake, watching your two year old smash it up and eating it too -- is absolutely perfect!

March 29, 2011 at 9:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And oh how you handle it all with such GRACE!!
Love you all
Auntie Laurie

March 30, 2011 at 8:23 AM  
Blogger Melissa said...

LOVE this post!!!

March 30, 2011 at 9:25 AM  
Anonymous Dadio said...

What a great post! Yes life can get messy living the good life. Grab it all for what its worth. These memories will warm you over and over again. Love to All. Dadio's

March 30, 2011 at 9:30 AM  
Blogger mike said...

Ahhh, but you do it well. You wouldn't write for me if you didn't ;)

Keep up the great work. Some of the best stuff we do is quite by happenstance.

April 3, 2011 at 9:46 PM  

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home