I Took Plan B. Thank you, Planned Parenthood.

Sometime in the not so distant past, I needed to take the morning-after pill. I was a 38-year-old mother of a three-year-old; I was in a stable marriage. We both had advanced degrees and careers, and had planned out my first pregnancy with charts and ovulation kits. Most of my friends were onto their second children. I was, in other words, not necessarily the kind of woman you might picture when you think of Plan B.

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I Finally Wrote Something With My Baby Brain

Oy, oy, oy Hello, hello, hello!

Thanks, beloved readers, for forgetting I had a blog your patience. It only took me six months, but I finally turned the computer back on birthed something other than a baby. You can read it over at the fabulous Mother Sugar. It’s about, among other things, whether this little lady in her LGTB shoes should appear here, on the blog, or let’s be honest, on Facebook anywhere else online.

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I’d love to argue with you about it hear your thoughts.

xo

Facebook Knock-Up

I’m delighted to share the news that I have a new piece up on the lovely online site, The Faster Times, all about how boundary-less life is on Facebook.

(I’m a loser awesome when it comes to screen shots, but that’s the piece on my computer. Also that teeny tiny photo is from 1999 2010. So is my bio, by the way.) The essay was prompted by someone asking me a totally normal totally inappropriate question on Facebook. If I were even more of a exhibitionist journalist, I’d share the wedding photo in question (you have to read the piece to know what I’m talking about). Thankfully, my husband stopped me I have my limits.

Read it here! Let me know what you think.

xo