Parenting rocks. Parenting sucks. Parenting rocks. There are great sources of information out there. And terrible sources of information out there. There are great sources of information out there. When it comes to parenting (mothering in particular), we are our own worst enemies. We are also – potentially – our greatest cheerleaders and sources of […]
Archives for January 2010
Okay Parents – Use Your Words!
You’re not a politician. You’re not a speech writer. You’re not an on-air anchor who has to think quickly on his or her proverbial, beautifully clad feet. You’ve got a hundred different roles in your day, professionally and personally. But the words that tumble out of your mouth aren’t going to make a significant difference, […]
Facebook : Efficace Dans la Vie Romantique, ou le Contraire ?
English version : Why Facebook Sucks For Your Sex Life © D A Wolf Vous consultez le statut de celle ou de celui qui vous intéresse deux fois par jour ? Six fois par jour ? Vous consultez Facebook pour voir si le statut n’est plus « célibataire » ? Eh alors ? Quoi d’autre […]
Why Facebook Sucks For Your Sex Life
Checking that status on Facebook every few days, or every few hours? Waiting to see if he (or she) switches from “single” to “in a relationship?” Able to see that the honey-of-your-dreams is online, but won’t respond to your chat requests? Feeling forlorn because you think it’s over before it’s even begun? And I’m not […]
Why I Wouldn’t Shave My Head
Romance and rumination…
A Rumpled Suit, Jon Hamm, Brigitte Bardot, A Book By Its Cover
He was a rather rumpled gentleman, 40-something, about 50 pounds overweight. The type to be overlooked by women glancing across the room. He wore an easy grin, let loose a contagious belly laugh, and the fact is – he reminded be a bit of Oliver Hardy. Yes, as in Laurel and Hardy. He was also […]
Coffee, Teeth, Journal, Run!
Wake up and run Alarm clock, hand slapping the buzzer. Rolling out of bed with a groan. Staggering to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror, then teeth, face, shuffling to the kitchen to switch on Mr. Coffee, then back to the bedroom. Blinking at the time, yes, a run is possible, no, a run will […]
How do I look? (How much do I weigh?)
Something has changed. I no longer ask myself how I look. Occasionally I’ll stop at the mirror and think: hmm, tired. Other times, it’s: okay – not bad. I also don’t step on the scale daily, after a lifetime of doing so. I consider this progress after decades of obsessing over my weight, like millions […]