Hi, Plane

I guess you could say I’m not the most chill mom. I spend a lot of time worrying about things like “Does my son feel at home in the city of his birth.”

Working

Now here I am staring at my screen and every story I can think of centers around Arlo. It’s as if he’s cast some kind of spell on me – like a wizard. Or maybe Voldemort. So, as an experiment, I’m going to try and get through this column without making it all about the baby. 

Failing

I tend to be too hard on myself and slack is something I only cut other people. Which is why it’s been a little tough around here these days. I’m a new mom and failing is part of my every day life now.

Nesting

The week before, I took out every book on our floor-to-ceiling bookshelf and dusted it. Last month, I emptied out my office and donated half of everything to Goodwill.

I believe this is what people call “nesting.”

A Heartbeat

After all the shots and medications and surgeries, the doctor was finally going to take one of our embryos out of its petri dish and put it in me.

Ouch: And Other Stories Of IVF

I’ve always resisted acupuncture. Every time I thought about it I could hear my grandfather’s voice asking why I would pay someone to stick me with a bunch of needles when he could just gather up some nails and do that for free.

If you ever want a good laugh, pull up a real estate website, type in Los Angeles and see what you can get for $150,000 (nothing). Or $400,000 (a tiny house in a neighborhood that has a not-so-tiny crime rate.)

Blocked

But what does it mean to be a fraud? Is it that you aren’t touched by a muse every second of the day? Is it that you’re not wearing a cozy sweater at sunset, congratulating yourself over how brilliant you are?