After attempting a lot of set-up shots that just didn't work, I made a Hail Mary pass when, while juggling 3639846 things, I noticed Bebe standing at the window. <Click.> Week 28: Women After three years of working from home, I went back to an office this week. The week that war threatens my kids,... Continue Reading →
Bebe, I present to you, on this your third birthday, as you leave 'toddler' life behind and stand in the doorway of girldom, a contract I will sign, in the hopes I can help you continue growing without... totally screwing it up. Article 1: On being 'a girl' Dolls. Nail polish. Dresses. Giggling. Princesses. Beauty.... Continue Reading →
I have a daughter now. We've begun to play our part in The Girl Effect. And 600 million other girls, trying to survive in the developing world - that's beating the odds of childhood marriage, teenage pregnancy, sex slavery, HIV - need the same chance...
Today is the day I became a hypocrite. Today is the day I dressed my daughter in tights.
There is nothing like those first few days with your newly born baby. It's a gray zone; they were just inside you, an extension of your body, but not yet uncurled, open, an entity apart from you. One of my favorite parts is the smell. Before they've been cleaned, had a bath, smell like laundry... Continue Reading →