I am a Feminist

Yep, and I am proud to say it loud and clear.  In a world right now, where there seems to be so much emphasis on pregnancy and motherhood (both rich parts of the female experience), my life has included other significant and meaningful parts of the female experience such has sexual harassment, infertility, and hysterectomy. 

Running on empty

I’ve finally caught up with myself enough to write a post.  The lead-up to Christmas was incredibly hectic at work, only to then drive 400 miles to visit my sister and the rest of my family.  Along some wonderful gifts and memorable moments, I also got a cold and a stomach bug for Christmas, so

IT Happened Again!

The first time IT happened I chalked it up as an unfortunate anomaly.  IT happened at work, and involved a man who knows me really well, but who I do not turn to for any real emotional support (we don’t have that kind of relationship).  But, this time was different.  I was with a group

Warning Regarding “The Language of Flowers”

I am taking Mali’s lead in warning the community about the movie The Debt, and feel duty bound to warn others about a potential minefield in the book entitled The Language of Flowers, by Vanessa Diffenbaugh that I recommended in my last post, Still Stuck on the Thanksgiving Theme.  Although, The Language of Flowers is a

Thanksgiving, One Day Late

Yesterday was Thanksgiving here in the States.  My honey-brined turkey, cranberry apple relish, garlic red-skinned mashed potatoes, creamy giblet gravy and Italian sausage with sourdough bread stuffing were well worth all the work I did preparing them.  As fun as all that was, I am a firm believer that any day can be Thanksgiving, and

No Baby On Board

We wanted to be able to produce our own children to love.  We wanted to create something so special from our relationship–a precious gift who reflected bits and pieces of my family and his, but was their own little someone.  We did the usual round of fertility treatments and even pulled out the big guns