Packing for a move forces you to question all of your life choices. All. of. Them.Read More
I have several amazing female friends who join teams and participate in races all over the country. Their goal is to raise money for a worthy cause, or just have fun and meet personal fitness goals. (People have those, you know.)
I am not one of these women.Read More
I felt a prompting this year to pursue joy. I'm embarrassed even writing the words "pursue joy," but there it is. I actually considered making JOY my word for 2016, but didn’t think it was interesting or complex enough.Read More
I am a gluttonous reader with a tendency to keep every book I read. (I fancy myself a collector not a hoarder.) I could potentially be crushed under the weight of the books I own. Fortunately, I care as much about aesthetics as I do the latest best seller, so I have found creative ways to store and display my books.
When I am invited to someone’s home, I just can’t resist perusing his or her book collection-possibly past the point that is politely acceptable. While books are generally out in the open for all to see, I still feel like I’m peeking inside someone’s medicine cabinet. Spotting a dog eared copy of The Bell Jar feels the same to me as discovering anti-depressants in an acquaintance's bathroom.
I think we can all agree that the titles a person owns speaks volumes (oh yes, I did) about their personality, but could it also be true that the way they arrange and keep their books tells us something too? I’ve come up with a few (ok, 5) common profiles of book collectors and their corresponding arrangement Modus Operandi.
The Color Coder: Reads lifestyle blogs (possibly more than actual books), is an avid Pinterest user with possible obsessive tendencies. Likely owns more than one title by Jane Austen and Jane Green, and can be found sharing comically inspiring quotes on social media by Anne Lamott and Tina Fey.
The Vertical Stacker: Reads for the pleasure of it, and doesn’t feel the need to invest in something so unnecessary as a shelf; possibly a post grad, or someone who lives like one. (See bachelor.) In addition to dust, book jackets will have sticky coaster marks on them—iced coffee and Yuengling, most likely. Expect to find the entire Stieg Larsson series.
The Milk Crate Collector: The Nomad you hate to love, this one bears close resemblance to the vertical stacker, but lacks their vision in creating a home. Citing “form follows function,” they remain content to live in boxes, but don’t be surprised when he can tell you exactly which books are in what crate. (Spoiler alert: lots of Jack Kerouac.)
The Built In Big Shot: Refers to their books as a “library” and invests time and money to house them. Likely arranges books by topic or era. Dependent upon their political leanings, expect biased presidential biographies and war memoirs.
The One Shelf Wonder: Underneath assorted knick knacks and tchotchkes stand a few random chick lit titles, alongside the best of John Grisham. Here’s to hoping their music collection is more inspired?
Do you see yourself in any of these? Or have you stumbled upon a collector who resembles one of these? Also, what are you READING this summer?
Do you have a new baby? A child entering Preschool? These are exciting and overwhelming times. Congratulations if you can even read this! I remember all too well the endless cacophony of crying, shrieking, whining and babbling. Fortunately, you will find endless blogs, Pinterest boards, and even real time conversation on navigating the throes of young motherhood.
Do you have a tween who is having a hard time navigating his tumultuous friendships? Or a teen who hates school and whose burgeoning interests differ greatly from your own? Your house is likely a little quieter, and while you've dreamt of a day you could hear yourself think again, you didn't know it would be because your child's mood is sullen or because they are angry at you. Sorry, there's not a lot for you to glean from a quick google search. Don't look for Facebook posts either, they hardly exist. It's a lonely time in parenting when your child becomes their own person. Suddenly they have a story and identity of their own and you can't post the crazy/adorable/heart warming/exhausting moments the way you can with younger children. (Or you can, but with their permission.)
And this is ok. It's appropriate. Our parents didn't have platforms on which they paraded their parental successes or conversely, exposed their struggles. (Thank. God.) Can you imagine if your whole childhood didn't live in a photo album, but instead existed online with comments and "likes?" EW. If our parents dealt with our issues at all, it was live and in person with their family, friends, community, and possibly a shrink.
Some of us have people with whom we can be frank and vulnerable. But even then, when your son or daughter reaches a certain age, you get this sinking feeling that your child's story is their own and to share it will betray them. This can be a very isolating time for parents. I am in this stage now. I walk the fine line of celebrating my kids and who they are, all the while careful to protect their privacy and super fragile egos.
I start to feel like a really old person when I think about the internet and how it changed EVERYTHING. (I mean we all basically carry COMPUTERS in our pockets!) Our kids contend with age old issues of adolescence, but now minuscule conundrums are magnified on social media, and sadly we don't have to imagine their tragic endings—we've seen them in the news all too often.
So what's the solution? While the moms at the playground rattle on about full day kindergarten or half, and new mamas struggle with when to start solids and whether or not to let baby cry it out, what does the Mother whose daughter is lonely in high school do? Or the parent of a boy who cuts himself to deal with his pain and inner turmoil? Where does she go to vent and talk and breathe?
The answer depends as much on the mom as it does the child. For me it has meant slowing down and putting up boundaries. Saying no to things I once would jump at in order to make myself more available. One never knows when the adolescent child will suddenly share something significant, so it's good to be around when you can. I spend more time alone in prayer. Seriously. Sometimes I just roam my apartment and sort through crap, but I am praying as I go. I might say I am working from home (and I really am a lot of the time, promise.) But sometimes I am just breathing and listening and waiting and hoping and praying and reading and every now and then, calling or texting a trusted person. Moms who are older (in parenting years) and are willing to talk are some of the best resources. If you have such a woman in your life, TREASURE her and do nice things for her to keep her close. Most likely she is safely out of the trenches, and therefore more willing than those still fighting on the front lines to tell you what is what. I've been talked off many a ledge by a friend who helped me identify what is normal, but also what to look for and pay attention to.
Of course you could always go back to your own youth. (GULP.) For me this is rarely a good idea. I was an insecure, self-centered, anxious mess in high school, (pretty popular, though!) so I'd rather not assume my kids are going through the exact same thing. Sometimes I wonder "How bad could it really be?" then a visceral memory from high school will flood over me and then I'm all "Oh SHIT, they are going to die! How will they survive it?"
I am not the kind of Mom who has read every book out there on fill in the blank issue; potty training, sleep training, genius training, (but I am writing a book on ninja training). I'm pretty picky and have plenty of self-help books and reality television to consume in my spare time. (Never claimed to be Mom of the year.) I think parents need to have more faith, less judgement, and exercise common sense. Again, I go back to my decade old parenting advice: What would the Huxtables do? However, there are a handful of books that I am very glad I read, and I recommend to others regularly.
Queen Bees and Wannabees by Rosalind Wiseman. Girl stuff be crazy. Hormones, periods, cliques, popularity. It's enough to make you want to grab a Le Clic camera and take angsty photos of your friends!
Wild Things by Stephen James and David Thomas. Boys be crazy. Hormones, physicality, ego, pride. There are more words, but I am a girl and despite being married to a man and mother to two boys, I just can't talk about some stuff.
The Price of Privilege by Madeline Levine. We have to combat the privilege and fast. You don't have to be the 1% to have privileged kids.
Now that your home is a bit quieter and the physical demands of parenting have subsided, take care of your heart and soul. This goes for Moms at any stage of parenting, but truly and especially for the ones whose babies are taller than them. Take the scenic route on your next drive or walk. Read the book that ISN'T about parenting but you can't stop thinking about. Watch the show that transports you to another place if only for 48 minutes. And let someone in—a spouse or partner, a friend, your Mom. Anyone who loves you, loves your kid, and will walk with you through the silence.
Obviously, Anne and Pollyanna aren't real people. I'm a little crazy, but not crazy enough to think of them as my spiritual guides or anything. They simply serve as markers to indicate when I am allowing Resistance (evil, the Enemy, darkness) to overshadow Love. (God, good, light.)Read More
I wouldn't mind having larger breasts. I actually spent a good year of my life considering breast augmentation. I convinced myself it would be a "restorative" procedure since they were RAVAGED by breast feeding three babies. I weighed the pros and cons. While the cons were plentiful, I could only see the PRO, "would have BIGGER BOOBS." EventuallyRead More
This post has been rumbling around my mind for weeks as World Cup Fever swept through our home and city, but I pretty much scratched the idea because I don't really know the rules of the Soccer and I am not a Super Fan. Lucky for me I am married to Adrian Witzke; soccer fan, soccer player, PS2G co-founder (soccer non-profit), and Soccer Dad! He is far more qualified to write about soccer than I, so with great pleasure, I introduce my first GUEST BLOGGER, Adrian R. Witzke.Read More
"What should I read this summer?" That is such an important question and ostensibly, a simple one. But have you roamed the library or local bookstore lately? (I'm old school, but even trolling Amazon is overwhelming, am I right?) SO many genres, so many beautiful covers, so many ways to feel defeated before you even start!Read More
When did this fear grip my heart? I resented the fact that I was becoming a stereotypical mother of a teen- fearful, nervous, pessimistic. I wasn't always this way. I entered motherhood with sheer terror alongside high hopes.Read More
When packing for my pilgrimage to Africa, I must have checked my list a dozen times. There were countless things to remember-or forget depending on how you look at it. Passport, visa, vaccination records, camera, phone, chargers, adapters, SD cards, cash, sunglasses, extra pair of sunglasses, hat, extra hat, sunscreen, bug spray, over the counter meds, prescription meds, (so many meds! I didn't need most of them but my doctor armed me with every possible medication for any possible worst case scenario) . But packing was a great distraction: if I could just focus on fitting an arsenal of supplies into my carry on, and a week's worth of casual, but appropriate for poverty outfits that still made me feel like me, (?) into my suitcase, then I could ignore the fact that I was about to face every single one of my fears all by myself. Where's my shower cap?!?!Read More
This Mother's Day you would have found me on our apartment building's shared roof deck drinking a mimosa and reading the New York Times. Doesn't that sound like a lovely Mother's Day treat? Something many Moms would love to do! But the events leading there were anything but special and really, a shared roof deck is not where one should be when feeling unloved and self-pitying.Read More
I discovered this reference to THE WILD SPACE last month while reading a book about the Rwandan Genocide called ‘Mirror to the Church’ by Father Emmanuel Katongole. He credits theologian Sally McFague for the term, which she describes as a characteristic, trait, or set of circumstances that give you a different point of view than the dominant culture in which you reside. “…It is the space that will allow—and encourage—you to think differently, to imagine alternative ways of living. It will not only give you problems, but possibilities.”Read More