Want a fast labor? Think again.
By Melanie Henson
My first labor was long, painful and augmented with Pitocen -- what I affectionately call "the Devil drug". So I swore it would be different the second time. When people asked me how long I was going to continue working through the pregnancy, I told them, "My due date is July 3. My last day at work is July 2." When quizzed about when Hubby and I would be zooming off to the hospital at breakneck speed, I would reply, "Not until I see either a head or a foot." I was only half-joking. I had no desire to lie in a hospital bed for hours and hours, begging for drugs, with labor-stimulating medication coursing through my veins and making my uterus feel like a tsunami. "This time," I promised myself, "it will be different." I walked... read more
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Shades of Gray
It's not always black and white.
By Misty Nuckolls
I've avoided writing this for a long time now. Over eighteen months, if the truth be told. But tonight, reading an essay by Ayelet Waldman on Salon.com, and in light of the upcoming Supreme Court debacle and what it's going to mean for reproductive freedom, I couldn't put it off any longer. So here I am, finally writing about the A-word. Oh, I've written about it plenty before, in my usual callous, there-are-too-many-goddamn-mouths-on-the-planet-to-begin-with vein. But that was before. Not before I became pregnant. I was pregnant once before, at eighteen. I didn't know it until I lost it. I mourned that baby, even... read more
Environmentalist mom trades principles for convenience
The fall from green grace isn't that far down.
By Suzanne Lafetra
There is practically nothing as hard as caring for a newborn baby, and to have to do it when you... read more
An Open Letter to Linda Hirshman
Is there a political agenda behind "Get to Work: A Manifesto for Women of the World"?
By Alan Thomas
Foreword from Jessica Carlson, Contributing Editor, The Imperfect Parent: ... read more
The Grand Adventurer
The wonderful escapades of Princess Me.
By Heather Summerville
When I was a child, I discovered a practical way to survive boring tasks. I would simply imagine myself somewhere else. While I constantly entertained myself, others were not amused. After each Grand Adventure, I would present my treasure (with its harrowing adventure) to the kind queen. Alas, the now villainous queen would not be amused and cast me into the lowest darkest dungeon (my bedroom), which I must say was a pitiful reward for such a noble undertaking. After days of confinement (or an hour or two), I would be forced to face the Enforcer (my Dad) for The Talk. (This is a method employed by parents to try to impose Expected Rules of behavior on children. May include: Destruction of Property, Graffiti, defacement,... read more
This Is Not Your Father's Pinewood Derby
Much has changed since my Cub Scout days.
By Bryan W. Fields
January 1966. Dad and I sat at the kitchen table for an entire weekend to make my first Pinewood... read more
Ask the Angry Baby
Cursing habits, sippy cups, co-sleeping sex, international travel, and saying "no"
My 7-year-old has a habit of cursing. He occasionally does it in front of me, and I've heard... read more
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Meow Ruff: A Story in Concrete Poetry
Meow Ruff: A Story in Concrete PoetryBy Joyce Sidman, Illustrated by Michelle BergHoughton Mifflin, $16.0032 pages, ISBN 0618448942 Review by Amy Andrews A sudden rainstorm in the park makes strange bedfellows of a frisky dog and cat who are forced to seek shelter together under a picnic table in this picture book story told through concrete poetry, the arrangement... read more
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