I finished reading Rebecca Walker’s Baby Love: Choosing Motherhood After a Lifetime of Ambivalence this weekend. I picked the book up for one dollar off an outdoor sales rack at a big box bookstore. It was the title of course that caught my attention and sent thoughts and questions racing around my head about who this Rebecca Walker woman was and how on earth she could use the words “baby,” “motherhood,” and “ambivalence” in one place. And a very public place, at that!
So though I was a bit nervous that the price and quality of the book would be directly correlated, out of all the books for pleasure I bought that day, this one-- basically on not being sure one is ready, willing, and able to have a baby—was the one I began (and finished) first.
I am not going to...
I’ve been playing with the idea of becoming a master gardener. “Playing with” is a deliberately chosen phrase here, because I currently have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.
About a month or so ago, I decided to spruce up the area around my backyard patio with three beautiful plants a co-worker got for me. With a hand trowel, saw, and shovel, I started a day off from work early in the morning, digging holes. Well, I should say… trying to dig holes.
That soil was so junked up with thick roots from bushes long gone, rocks, and clay that I couldn’t dig an inch without hitting something, followed by 10 minutes of sawing that something or banging it with the shovel until it popped out.
I was at that for hours, folks. Hours! And when I finished the day, I was still...