CHARLOTTE: You know, no matter how good I feel about myself if I see Christy Turlington, I just wanna give up.
MIRANDA: I just wanna force feed her lard, but that's the difference between you and me.
CARRIE: What are you talking about? Look at you two, you're beautiful.
CHARLOTTE: Oooo I hate my thighs.
MIRANDA: Oh, come on.
CHARLOTTE: I can't even open a magazine without thinking "thighs, thighs, thighs."
MIRANDA: Well I'll take your thighs and raise you a chin.
CARRIE: I'll take your chin and raise you a ... (points at nose).
(All look at Samantha expectantly)
SAMANTHA: What?
CARRIE: Come on.
SAMANTHA: I happen to love the way I look!
-Sex and the City
Why is that so hard for us? Why is it so hard for us...
Do you remember where you were on the morning of September 11, 2001? I do. I was in my senior English class at Zachary High School when a classmate checked into class late and told us a plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers. We were slightly amused at the thought of a plane literally crashing into a building, but that amusement turned into confusion then concern and fear as we realized it was a deliberate attack. Our teacher had decided to humor us and turned on the radio, so we heard when the second tower was hit. And the Pentagon. And a fourth plane had crashed somewhere in Pennsylvania. The rest of the school...
I sat hand in hand with my husband at our first Early Learning Open House, and I surveyed the room. I cast furtive glances at the mothers and couples in the room, making mental notes about which ones I knew and which ones I would know soon. There we were, moms and dads of Pre-K, TK, and Kindergarten kiddos, all captive to the superintendent and director of the Early Learning division of our private school. I had to nearly pinch myself for finally being at an open house for my own child. As a teacher I have been to 10 open houses, but this one felt uniquely different. This time all of the introductions and information was about my...
This morning, I woke up of my own accord. My children woke up before me, scooped their own yogurt into a bowl, found a clamshell of blueberries, and were enjoying a show on LPB when I walked into the living room. I gave them each a kiss good morning, and told them to find some play clothes while I hopped into the shower. They were dressed when I was finished with my shower that I enjoyed alone. I scrambled some eggs for a more filling breakfast for all of us. They brushed their own teeth, found their own shoes, and even buckled themselves into their carseats (that I doubled checked).
My children are ages seven and four and are learning...
I've been inspired.
I had a conversation with my friend, Adriana. She's a mom and a photographer. The first time we met, we talked about our children. That conversation evolved into one about pictures of our children and pictures of us, as mothers. I'd like to think that our conversation helped to inspire her totally SPOT ON post convicting mothers to Exist in Photographs, but I'm pretty sure she had that in mind ages before we spoke. Well, I've been convicted and I'm going to try to convict you, too.
When I think about all of those pictures that my mother stepped out of just in time - where I'm this cute kid, alone, in my awesome 80's Easter dress, I...
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