Telling people recently about my decision to quit and stay home full-time with Raven has gotten me comments from both ends of the spectrum– I’ve had moms who expressed sadness that I had to work my baby’s first year of life, who have told me that it must have been hard to miss milestones and …
pics taken of the insanely red sun we saw one night from all the local forest fires happening Over the last week, I finally hopped on the Instagram train (@torriemeidell), used Facebook to discover that no fewer than ten (and I might have even missed a couple) of my various acquaintances welcomed new babies, jumped …
Those first few nights of being a mother, I set my alarm for every four hours out, full of paranoid panic that if I didn’t, my baby would starve while I slept, zombie-like, in various stages of new parenthood dreams. My own mother, upon hearing of this particular branch of insanity, had to reassure me …
When I was still young and single and slowly wising up about the Truths of Life, I stumbled across a life-changing personal revelation after pondering whether or not I should break up with my then-boyfriend. My thought process went something like the following: There isn’t really anything wrong with [Boyfriend]. There’s not really anything seriously …
Last year on Mother’s Day, I was so new to the whole motherhood thing that I described it as feeling like I knew I was a mother, but I didn’t feel like a “Mom with a capital M” yet. Sure, I’d managed to keep us all alive for a few weeks, but I was in …
I’ve long since thought that our society has a bit of a superhero complex—not only are superhero movies bigger and more popular than ever, but I’ve noticed that even for us “regular humans,” we’re often expected to be “superheroes” in the sense that we put this pressure on ourselves to do everything (and do it amazingly …
Giving Raven a bath after a particularly gross blowout (which, coincidentally, is always more funny after the fact than during) I was thinking the other day about how I hardly ever blog about teaching anymore. I also was thinking that when people ask me lately about how my job is going, I don’t have much to say …
When I was young, perhaps 9 or 10, I was at a friend’s house making Christmas door hangers from half-circle blocks of wood and curled wire strung through holes punched in the sides of the blocks. I had carefully painted my wood block an appropriate seasonal color, and, realizing that I probably would not have …
