Spray Deodorant & More: My three-prong defense against shooters

Between last post and this post, my fear of the “shooter” has increased.  In September, I told my parents that until the US enacts gun control, I will not be returning.  Then two months later, the shooters took over Paris.  My fear won over when we...

On being visible…and a Liebster Award

I remember being a boy, sitting on the side of a hallway with my mother.  This was in apartheid South Africa.  A white priest walked by my mother and doffed his cap to my mother.  Imagine that! Desmond Tutu, Oxford, April 2015 Last week, I was fortunate to spend two...

It's not the village, it's the villagers.

Our morning routine used to start at 5:45am, not by my choice by rather the choice of the voice wafting from the crib. Husband was either rushing to leave the house or had already left.  I was allowed about 30 seconds in the bathroom before the wafting voice reached...

Yes, Paris. And Yes, Parents.

The mantra of my life with a daughter is “try”.  In the early days, it was “try” to shower.  “Try” the baby carrier.  “Try” to go to the store.  As she’s aged, the “try”s have gotten a bit more...

100 Ladies in Bikinis

I wasn’t one of those women who lost the baby weight easily.  Or ever. I’m not certain if after two years you can still call it baby weight.  It wasn’t there before, but it’s certainly been there since.  I believed in the tales that...

I am not an attachment parenting parent.

It was really the Time magazine cover that encouraged me to make that decision.  I did not see myself reflected in that mother, her choices or her skinny jeans. It was with this framing that I nearly said no when a friend offered to take me through the Circle of...

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