Writing the good read
My Pilates instructor, known in these parts as The Mean Lady, is pregnant with her first child. It’s hard to watch her and not be brought back to my own pregnancy 15 years ago, to the excitement, the wonder, and also the fear, the nausea, and the panicked realization that I was no longer driving…
It’s easy to think nothing but evil thoughts about a former spouse or spousal equivalent*. You went into the relationship swimming in endorphins and serotonin, sure that this was so different from every other relationship you’ve had, from every other relationship that’s ever been. You were positive it would last for ever. And then, maybe…
I know there are moms who’d rather die than spend Mother’s Day at a ball park, but I’ve been a baseball girl since — well probably before I was born. I wrote a little about it once for Seattle Metropolitan magazine, although that piece is more about my dad’s love of the game than mine….