Where in the world do you live? And, are you from there?
Right now I live in Port Washington, New York but the clock is ticking. Starting in August, I will be living in (and blogging from) Tunis, the capital of Tunisia.
Where I am from is a more complicated question. I am a cultural mutt (Father Irish, Mother Peruvian) and global nomad, having been raised in the UK, Spain and Ireland and having accompanied my hubby to Japan. But my longest stint anywhere has been Long Island, New York (where I suffered through to high school). I think that’s enough to claim a place as home right?
What language(s) do you speak?
French and Spanish well. Japanese and German pitifully. Have delusions of learning Arabic. (more…)
There’s a coffee shop next to my workplace. A mom group meets up there, and when they are in session, I have to navigate an obstacle course of strollers.
Strollers, strollers, everywhere, and if you look closely you might spot the ten pound baby nestled at the heart of each.
Before I had a baby, I always wondered why women need something the size of a shopping cart to transport a bundle the size of a loaf of bread.
Even more baffling to me were the women who choose to lug their babies around by a car seat handle. When I was in grade eleven, I was given an eight pound “baby think-it-over”, which required tending through day and night. The baby (who I dubbed Jan Sebastian and grew deeply attached to, to the dismay of my Family Studies instructor) also came with a plastic car seat.
Tucked in my arms, Jan Sebastian didn’t weigh much and was easy enough to transport. But when I tried to carry him in that plastic seat, my shoulder started to ache.
It made me wonder what I was missing – why do so many women subject themselves to this? (more…)