I’m Taking My Eggs and Going Home

I’m Taking My Eggs and Going Home

I’m Taking My Eggs and Going Home by Lisa Manterfield is a page turner, a spirited memoir recounting what led her on and off what she terms the “crazy train” in pursuit of pregnancy and motherhood. Raised in the suburbs of Sheffield in northern England, Lisa, the youngest of three and most adventuresome of her tradition-bound extended family isn’t one to shy away from the unknown. Armed with a degree in civil engineering, she moves to Los Angeles and eagerly embraces new experiences and learns what she does and doesn’t…

Clear-Headed Thinking

Clear-Headed Thinking

Who knew a sinus problem could lead to a metaphor? For the past year I’ve been fighting all sorts of chronic upper respiratory issues but this morning I woke up not only with a clear head but breathing more deeply than I have in years — and I mean deep, delicious, oxygen-pumping breaths that flooded my un-congested head and went all the way down to my toes. So this is what you non-allergy fighting folks breathe like every day!? Thanks to an otolaryngology specialist I now realize what I was…

How We Have Yet to Change

How We Have Yet to Change

Some days it’s hard to know if we’re living in 2010 or 1985. The jacket copy ofGail Collins’ book, When Everything Changed: The Amazing Journey of American Women from 1960 to the Present, assures readers they “will be startled.” That’s true. The book is chock full of anecdotes and insights chronicling how women’s roles and attitudes about women have changed. What could be explored further, though, are opinions that have yet to change, or where bias or, worse, bigotry still exist. Collins devotes some ink to the stigma once associated…

I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again…

I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again…

It was mid-afternoon in the Sierra Nevada Mountains when the email arrived. Three loads of laundry had been folded and tucked back into their rightful place. The kitchen floor glistened, still fresh from a serious mopping with Murphy’s Oil Soap. Digital images stored in my computer held joy and wonder from a long holiday weekend of Fourth of July fireworks, mini golf and lake fun. The junior croquet set bought for our nieces and nephews was stored in the garage. The marshmallows, carefully toasted over the Weber grill the night…

Jet Lag, Mailbag, and More

Jet Lag, Mailbag, and More

A week ago I was in County Kerry, Ireland playing tourist with my niece, nephew and my better half — snapping photographs around the Ring of Kerry, hiking through the Killarney National Park, touring a grand house that once hosted Queen Victoria, and eating the requisite Irish stew and fish and chips. Above us the sky provided a variety show, moving from sunny to stormy to rain and sleet. (Note to self: the hooded water repellent jacket was an excellent choice over the more fashionable trench without a hood.) The…

Getting It Together Old School

Getting It Together Old School

Elizabeth Gilbert I am not. Envy about her best-seller status aside, there are other reasons to dwell on her this morning just as the sun is about to rise. Let’s start there. The sun is about to rise and I’m *not* consumed with angst. Breakfast with angst, for far too long, was part of my  regular routine … and I’m guessing for most of the women who have walked in my shoes … just as crying in the shower and laying awake at night consumed by what ifs and second guessing…