There was no romance in our decision to marry. There was no proposal. There was no engagement ring–just a positive pregnancy test.
Category: Lessons For My Sons
To My Sons On This Mother’s Day; You’re Welcome.
On this Mother’s Day, I want to take some time out to thank myself on behalf of my sons for all the shit I go through for them.
Son #1: Savant or Just A Complete Dickhead?
I love Son #1. He is a prick…sometimes… a lot.
Dear Santa, I’m just not that into you.
I have no problem celebrating Christmas. I love Christmas. I love the lights. I love getting together with family and eating a shitload of calories. I love Stevie Wonder’s Someday at Christmas holiday album. Before I had kids to drag around everywhere, I used to love the fake fir scent permeating every overly heated department store I entered. I’ll even hit up a midnight mass if any one of my family really wanted to go.
I do have one problem: Santa.
Why I Hate Halloween (for the love of my kids).
Halloween forces me to confront two things about me: I hate mass consumer marketing towards young children and I hate being confronted with the expectation to perform as a Halloween-loving mother to my children.
Confessions of a Reluctant Mommy to the First-Time (or Future Tense) Reluctant Mommy
When I was child-free, I harbored this nebulous concept that I would someday have kids. I was also much more preoccupied with trying not to get pregnant for most of my adult life thus far, so a progression to trying to become pregnant seemed…unnatural.
On This Father’s Day, Don’t Remind My Partner How Hard It Is To Be a Mom
We’re not planning any barbecues. He’s not planning any golf outings. He’s not planning a day at the social club. The only thing in the lineup this Father’s Day is … Continue reading On This Father’s Day, Don’t Remind My Partner How Hard It Is To Be a Mom
The Early Years: Clay Street
Daily Prompt: “Write page 3 of your autobiography.” We call that ground floor one bedroom apartment the “old house.” It was the first home we had made for ourselves upon … Continue reading The Early Years: Clay Street
Pix Messages and Broken Chinese: Conversations with my Dad
Every Sunday morning I speak to my parents on their way to their weekly pilgrimage to a Hong Kong-style diner where they and my sisters gather over jook and yau … Continue reading Pix Messages and Broken Chinese: Conversations with my Dad
7 Things My Biracial Sons Will Be Asked Because They Look More Asian Than White
July 14, 2015: Disclaimer: I’m no expert, but I’m a mom and teacher operating in my spaces situated in history. I’m not here to invalidate anyone truly willing to dialogue … Continue reading 7 Things My Biracial Sons Will Be Asked Because They Look More Asian Than White
