I habitually listen to The Mental Illness Happy Hour. That and running are all I have in terms of a spiritual practice these days (although one could argue praying all day about how to manage being a decent parent counts as spiritual). The podcast, as you can probably imagine, is striking in it’s honesty and […]Read Post ›
Our first medical emergency. We made it over 2 1/2 years! Cottage Time was over. One of Ian’s teachers asked me to show him what was in his pocket. Out came one yellow bead, one green bead, and one blue bead. The thought of “Oh shit he could choke on those or stuff […]Read Post ›
Day 8 of no sugar. The last sugar I had was at my dear friend’s 40th birthday party. Tres leche cake. Not a bad way to go out. This was not planned. Last Sunday morning I had this tiny sliver of willingness to not eat sugar that day. The thing is, I’m a sugar addict. […]Read Post ›
I know I complain about the sun, and you hear me rejoice when there is any cloud cover. I’ve lived in sunny sunny sunny Los Angeles for thirteen years and I still can’t believe it because I HATE the sun and yet, here I am. And my husband’s from PALM SPRINGS (which may as well […]Read Post ›
I’ve worked off and on since Ian was six months old. Well, to be fair, I’ve worked a little bit his whole life. I write, I cook, and I doula. I didn’t do much until he was ten months, and since then I’ve been as busy as I could manage, and still manage being a […]Read Post ›
Mandy Unruh 