A while ago an old friend from college, who was then pregnant with her third child, asked me if I had any words of advice on the subject of going from two kids to three. I thought about it for a bit, and then I told her that with my first child, his first birthday… Continue reading Each of These, My Three Babies
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Ode to Ovulation
The monthly call to fertility is exhilarating, but in our house, we've come to eye it with suspicion. My husband was kind enough to print out this article from the New York Times for me yesterday. The author, John Tierney, discusses one of my favorite topics, the invisible powers possessed by ovulating women, and highlights… Continue reading Ode to Ovulation
Richer or Poorer, Lost Either Way
A few weeks ago my husband told me all our money had gone to pay the bills and I was to avoid spending a dime until the next payday. No problem, I thought, I've definitely been here before. But I still felt poor in that moment. Then I took the trash out, and after the… Continue reading Richer or Poorer, Lost Either Way
An Unexpected Gift
Tonight I listened to a psychologist give a speech about gifted children. I went to learn more about my son, who is in Austin ISD's program for gifted kids, also known as the "GT" program. I smugly doubted I would learn anything I didn't already know, being the avid googler that I am. By the… Continue reading An Unexpected Gift
Thanksgiving, Reborn
I imagine that as holidays go, Thanksgiving used to make a lot more sense. Back in the days of the Pilgrims, when a long and difficult winter loomed, a fall bounty must have surely inspired a spontaneous outpouring of gratitude. But these days, how many Americans experience the natural cycles of lean during the cold… Continue reading Thanksgiving, Reborn
Renaissance Woman
Recently I was asked what I believe in (as in really believe in), and I was struck mute. But put God and all those tricky questions aside temporarily and I have no problem providing at least one answer: I believe in strange, unexplained coincidences that hint at a level of interconnectedness between us all that… Continue reading Renaissance Woman
Amy Daniewicz 