Really, I have no idea.  I could barely figure it out for myself.  But this was a dire and pressing question for me last year when I wrote this piece for Sassy Mama Singapore. My ovaries are confused. They seem to have misplaced the memo I sent them during my hours of labour to deliver Baby Two which clearly stated that they could look forward to a lovely (and permanent) vacation. Yet within a few weeks of giving birth, to my sheer horror, I was…Continue Reading “How Many Kids Should You Have?”

I recently wrote a piece for Sassy Mama Singapore about coming to terms with aging.   Coarse, wiry, and demanding attention, it rose defiantly from my head. This bold strand of hair was a shiny silver color, perfect for the plucking.  As I reached for my tweezers, I noticed not one, not two, but MANY gray hairs. I froze. I began a rapid scalp inspection, barely thinking, just searching. What I found was not good. Not ignorable. Not pluckable—there were too many gray hairs, all…Continue Reading “The Day The Grays Came To Stay”

I’m pretty sure I’m a grown-up now. It’s hard to know for sure. When I was a child, I knew that my parents were grown-ups. I knew that for sure. When I was a teen, my teachers were grown-ups. When I was in college, my professors were certainly grown-ups. After that, things got blurry. I became teacher, but I hardly felt grown-up. In fact, just four months into teaching, I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do when I grew up, as…Continue Reading “Are you A Grown-Up?”

I need help.  I feel like I no longer recognize myself.  I have become MOM.  The role transforms you.  All the body changes make you no longer recognize yourself, and the lifestyle changes make you no longer recognize your life.  I need to draw a line in the sand (or in the pile of laundry and toys) and decide who I am again.  I want a wardrobe of clothing that I love, not just stuff that fits my body okay and happened to be cheap and…Continue Reading “Help Mama Get Her Edge Back”