Posts Tagged ‘mama kat’s writing workshop’
Thursday, February 2nd, 2012
There is not one photo that captures the essence of me. At least, I couldn’t find one.
I did find plenty of shots where I’m clearly trying to pose just so: hand on my hip, body tilted sideways, chin up so I don’t have jowls. And that is me, self-conscious and certain I don’t photograph well.
But the picture I chose is one of my absolute favorites. I obviously did not know my husband was taking pictures of me as I sat with my baby and I love that there is nothing posed about me at all.
What I really love about this shot is that how I feel about this child is written all over my face. I hope he – and all my kids – know how very much they are loved.
This post is for Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop.
Thursday, December 29th, 2011
A lot happens in a year. And when you’re old like me, you forget. Which is why I’m glad I have this blog.
I went through and picked a favorite post from each month. Not necessarily my most popular one, but one that meant something to me.
Here we go.
January. This post was about my son being bullied and my reaction to it.
February. Fiction, but it seemed to strike a chord in those who read it.
March. A memory of my second home birth.
April. Oh, the lies we tell our kids. And how we’re caught in them.
May. Why is it so tough to say we’re proud of ourselves?
June. How we deal with disappointment.
July. Are we truly in the moment?
August. Why we blog.
September. A chance meeting with the father of a hero
October. Just don’t ask.
November. My take, as a former sportswriter and a mom, on the Penn State debacle.
December. It’s a tough time of year when you’re not raising your kids with religion.
This post was inspired by Mama Kat’s writing workshop.
Thursday, October 27th, 2011
The beautiful Tracy of Sellabitmum was mortified by the list for Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop I did last week of 22 things I’ve never done. This week, I’m writing 22 things I HAVE done, but I’m somehow I get the feeling I still won’t be cool enough. Story of my life.
1. Had Barry Bonds tell me I have nice legs.
2. Run two marathons.
3. Had two home births, one a surprise.
6. Swam with sting rays in the wild.
7. Tied a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree.
8. Been in an elevator with Tom Cruise.
9. Sang my lungs out at a Springsteen concert – more than a few times.
10. Stole my father’s cigarettes.
11. Stood many times on the field at Yankee Stadium, Fenway Park, Wrigley Field.
12. Sat on a hard wood pew at the funeral of a parent.
13. Had a broken heart.
14. Been kissed in kindergarten by a boy named Shaun Cassidy, but he wasn’t THE Shaun Cassidy.
15. Had champagne and beer poured over my head in a Major League clubhouse (stings your eyes like crazy, FYI).
16. Saw a high school kid drown.
17. Lost 30 pounds the summer I graduated college.
18. Drank beer in London, Bruges and Barcelona.
19. Owned a red dachshund named Stogie.
20. Moved five times – by myself – in seven years while pursuing my career.
21. Kept my mouth shut.
22. Fallen in love.
Thursday, October 20th, 2011
Mama Kat asked us to write 22 things we’ve never done. Here are mine. What are some of yours?
2. Watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High
3. Skinny dipped
4. Gone to grad school
5. Been to Mexico
6. Drank a cup of coffee
7. Sky dived
8. Broken a bone
9. Had botox
10. Done a back handspring
11. Rocked the Casbah
12. Flashed my boobs at Mardi Gras
13. Walked a tightrope
14. Slapped someone across the face
16. Read War and Peace
17. Worn stilettos
18. Given a wedgie
19. Blessed the rains down in Africa
20. Eaten a booger
21. Done a shot of tequila
22. Oh – wait. I totally have done THAT.
Thursday, October 13th, 2011
Things you should never ask your husband:
1. This is obvious, but, “Do I look fat?” First of all, he’s not going to tell you the truth. Unless he’s an idiot. Second, even if he says you look as thin as a popsicle stick, you will then ask him what’s THAT supposed to mean? Is it because you had three Dove bars the night before?
2. “Which black shoes look better?” Don’t even bother. To him, they all look the same. He will pick one just to play along, and then you’ll spend the next 20 minutes telling him why he’s wrong, making you late to wherever you were going.
3. “Don’t you already have a pair of black shoes?” Why yes. Yes I do. And just for that, I’m going to by seventy-eleven more.
4. “Can you babysit the kids?” Since he’s not a babysitter. He’s the father. Just tell him he’s watching them, then leave. Easy peasy. (In full disclosure, my husband has never used the term “babysitting” but I’ve heard it out of the mouths of other dads – and moms. The eff?)
5. “Can you pick up a couple things at the grocery store?” He will come home with bags full of Lucky Charms, lemon snap cookies, coffee heath bar crunch ice cream and black bean and garlic Tostitos. And will likely not have remembered the oatmeal or orange juice. Or that jumbo bag of mellowcreme pumpkins you asked for.
Things a husband should never ask his wife:
1. “How long have you been on that computer?” The answer will be, I will stay on it until you’re sound asleep.
2. “What did you do all day?” Self-explanatory.
3. “Why do you load the dishwasher that way?” Congrats. You have just gotten yourself a new permanent job.
4. “Can you pop that zit on my back?” That would be N to the O. Also, good night.
5. “Why are you always so tired at night?” Self-explanatory.