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Does it Hurt?
2009-09-01

It’s safe to say that the No. 1 worry for most pregnant women is pain during labor. Secretly, you ask yourself, “Will I be able to handle it?” But it’s hard to know if you’ll be able to handle something you’ve never experienced before, especially when the cultural messages about birth in the US do not inspire confidence.

It’s understandable that you might be afraid of the unknown, but your experience of pain in labor may be more within your control than you realize. The amount of pain you feel during labor is affected by your perceptions of pain in general, and your beliefs about pregnancy and birth in particular. A supportive environment during pregnancy can help you to change these perceptions so that you feel more ready for a natural birth, which is, by definition, drug-free.

But what is labor pain like, anyway? Its nature is so couched in mystery and overdramatized by the media that you’re probably terrified of it. Pain in labor is the result of the dilation of the lower, narrow portion of the uterus, called the cervix, which must open to a diameter of 10 centimeters in order to allow the baby to pass through. In labor, the job of the cervix is to stretch from an opening the size of the tip of your nose to an opening the size of a circle drawn on the palm of your hand. No wonder you feel a stinging sensation as this is happening.

This dilation of the cervix happens gradually and rhythmically. During a natural childbirth, the contractions that stretch the cervix last for only 45 to 90 seconds, and peak in intensity at about 30 seconds. There are breaks between contractions during which there is no pain at all. The reason you can have confidence in your ability to handle these contractions is because of their very rhythmic nature. You have to handle only one at a time!

Pain in labor is not like the pain from an injury—persistent, constant pain that requires attention. Tooth pain, for example, is throbbing and relentless. You have to get to the dentist. Unlike tooth pain, pain in labor lets up. It is not aching but stretching. A toothache hurts; labor stings.

If you’ve ever had a massage, particularly a Rolfing session, you may have experienced what it feels like when a knot in a tight muscle is smoothed out by the strong pressure of someone’s fingers. There is a distinct stinging sensation, depending on the degree of pressure. You squirm from the stinging, but you can handle it. You can handle it because the practitioner tells you to breathe with it, and because it’s over quickly. It’s the same during labor: The pain is manageable because it doesn’t suddenly begin as a gripping pain at full intensity. It generally starts as a mild tightening that slowly builds, in strength and intensity, to a burning sensation. The contractions come in waves.

Although I can give you a general description of labor pains, no two women experience it in exactly the same way. In fact, the perception of pain in labor is uniquely subjective. In one study, a group of pregnant American women were compared with a similar group of women from the Netherlands. Each woman was given the same information beforehand about the risks of pain medication during labor. Only about 33 percent of the Dutch women asked for pain medication during labor, while 83 percent of the US women did. Forty-eight hours after birth, the American women noted that they had generally anticipated a painful birth and the need for drugs, whereas the Dutch women had anticipated less pain, and thus less likelihood 
of the need for drugs.

This study tells us a lot about how our expectations can affect our experience of labor. We are affected not only by our expectations about what birth will be like, but also by the perceptions and beliefs about birth we have inherited from family and culture. You can examine your own perceptions and beliefs about pregnancy and birth by asking yourself the questions in the box on this page.

Perhaps the most important factor in reducing your perception of pain in labor is to reduce your experience of stress. One important way to reduce your stress is to have the companionship of another woman during labor. A number of well-designed studies show that continuous labor support is one of the most effective methods for reducing pain in labor. One study reported a 30 percent reduction in requests for pain medication among women who used a doula for labor support. Clearly, you’ll be less likely to want drugs if you don’t feel alone.

Women who take childbirth-education classes also tend to request less pain medication. Most such classes teach breathing techniques, the purpose of which is to give you something other than the pain to focus on during the contractions and to help you stay in the moment. Practicing meditation is another way to learn to be in the moment, and can help prepare you to take labor contractions one at a time.

During labor, there are many things you can do to soothe the discomfort of the dilation of the cervix. You may enjoy a shower or bath in early labor, or a birthing tub as labor progresses. You can ask your partner to use the tips of the fingers to lightly and rhythmically stroke the bare skin of your abdomen, back, or thighs. This will help you to relax and focus. Massaging the inner thighs, buttocks, or lower back can also help to relieve pressure during labor.

Scent is another natural labor soother. Some essential oils are relaxing, and reduce sensations of pain by increasing the production of endorphins, the body’s natural pain relievers. Examples are lavender, chamomile, sweet geranium, jasmine, neroli, rosewood, lemon balm, mandarin, and cedarwood. Try them during pregnancy and choose ones that appeal to you.

One of the most important ways to relieve discomfort during labor is to change positions. Get off your back. Birthing upright can make labor shorter and less painful. Alternate among sitting, standing, and squatting; squatting can widen the pelvic outlet by 25 percent. Walk around during early labor. Get up on your hands and knees during contractions.

A number of acupressure points can also afford pain relief. In China, acupuncture is used instead of epidural anesthesia in 98 percent of births. The homeopathic remedy arnica, indicated for sore muscles, can be used effectively during labor. The herbs skullcap and catnip relieve pain, and calm and relax the body. Chamomile tea helps to control pain by relieving tension. Nutritional supplements such as calcium, vitamin E, essential fatty acids, and magnesium can ease labor discomfort. Ask your birth attendant for herbal, homeopathic, and nutritional recommendations specifically for you.

If it isn’t obvious by now, pain in labor is intensified by fear and tension. Tension can be the result of poor expectations regarding birth, and you can become fearful when you feel disturbed during childbirth. Childbirth is an involuntary process, and no one can help an involuntary process. The point is not to disturb it.

If you feel disturbed during your labor you will produce adrenaline, which slows the production of the hormones of labor: Your body, assuming you are in trouble, prepares to stop labor, and start again at a more opportune time. The uterus is the only muscle in the body that contains two opposing muscle groups: one to contract and open the cervix during labor, and another to close and tighten the cervix to stop labor. If your body produces adrenaline at the same time that your uterus is contracting, you will feel more pain.

If, on the other hand, you are undisturbed during birth, your body will release a cocktail of chemicals that will alleviate pain, give you an ecstatic rush after childbirth, make your baby irresistible to you, and help your breastmilk to let down. This cocktail is one of the many benefits of drug-free birth.

Drugs in labor unequivocally disturb the labor process. The cocktail of local anesthetics used for epidural blocks can cause varying degrees of maternal, fetal, and neonatal toxicity, according to the Physicians’ Desk Reference. While the efficiency of pain-relief methods during labor has been studied more than any other medical aspect of pregnancy, the adverse effects of these drugs on mother and baby have hardly been studied at all. We do know, however, that while the placenta reduces the effects on the baby of drugs given the mother, about 70 percent of any medication given the mother does reach the baby.

Narcotic analgesics such as Demerol, Nubain, and Stadol slow the baby’s heart rate and affect her respiratory system while she’s still in the womb, and, if given too close to birth, can also affect her breathing after birth. Babies of mothers who receive such narcotics show general sluggishness and sometimes have trouble in the early days. Remnants of the narcotics stay in the baby’s bloodstream for weeks. Long-term consequences of narcotics on the baby’s health are unknown, although a well-designed case-control study in Stockholm showed an increased risk of drug addiction among children exposed to pain-relieving drugs during labor.

I know you’re afraid of the pain of childbirth. I was too. We all are. Even after I’d had my first child, I always dreaded it. But the pain was never bad enough to make me want to stop having babies. I handled it.

It’s something you, too, can handle. Don’t let others underestimate you, and don’t underestimate yourself. You can’t expect yourself to know everything, especially if this pregnancy is your first. Find another woman in your area who has experienced drug-free birth and ask her to be your guide. Allow yourself to be supported and nurtured during your pregnancy. Model your pregnancy after the pregnancies of those who have had successful natural births. Find a practitioner who has lots of experience with drug-free birth and who believes in you. Believe in yourself. Your baby does.

 

Pregnancy and Birth

A look at your own perceptions and beliefs

  1. What do you believe about your own birth?
  2. What does your mother believe about your birth?
  3. How would the women in your family complete this statement: “The women in our family are _______.”?
  4. How would the women in your family complete this statement: “Childbirth is _______.”?
  5. What do you believe about sex?
  6. What do you believe about 
pregnancy?
  7. What have friends told you about pregnancy and birth?
  8. What three words do you associate with pain?
  9. What are your three most secret thoughts about childbirth?
  10. What do you fear most?


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A Quiet Place
2009-07-14

Community is a popular buzzword. We hear about online communities and food communities. President Obama made community organizing a household word. We know that community is important, but what is it? How do we know when we have community?

Community literally means to be together with unity, to be one with unity. The form that community has taken, however, has evolved over time as we’ve moved from homogenous to more diverse societies.

Early definitions of community in Western Europe from the 1500s have to do with holding goods in common, and the first definition in the Oxford dictionary today includes “common ownership.”

Definitions from the 1700s were more secular; not only were communities organized around a religious faith, but also certain neighborhoods, districts, and countries qualified as communities.

We all have a sense of the communities we are part of—in the world, in our country, our local region, within our extended family, among our friends, in our immediate family, and finally with ourselves. In this age of high tech, community is more important than ever. While we connect with others online, being alone with our computer can be isolating and ultimately makes us crave the company of real people. In fact, high touch is the counterpoint to high tech.

I was listening to the radio game show Wait Wait
. . . Don’t Tell Me! some time ago, and the question was asked, “What number came first, one or two?” The answer was surprising: two. The number two came before the number one. This must mean that as humans we perceived ourselves as part of a dyad before we perceived of ourselves as individuals.

Community then is an intrinsic need of human beings. We need other people. In community we have uninhibited communication, mutual understanding, and common valuing. In community we experience intimacy.

In the days of our hunter-gatherer ancestors, all communication took place within one community. Now we are part of many. To get a perspective on how things have changed: We are preceded in time by 10 generations of industrialists, 100 generations of farmers, and 100,000 generations of hunter-gatherers. And in recent times, the pace of communication is accelerating.

According to Luc de Brabandere, author of The Forgotten Half of Change: Achieving Greater Creativity Through Changes in Perception (Dearborn Trade, 2005),

The first acceleration occurred when the agrarian world segued into the industrial world. The second and far more dramatic jump occurred when the industrial world transmuted into the digital world. While electricity and the telephone took some 50 years to reach 50 percent of American homes, e-mail and DVDs were adopted by most Americans within a mere ten years.

Another example of accelerated communication is the plight of the daily newspaper. In the last few years, the front page of the New York Times has become old news before it’s printed. We’ve already heard the news on the Internet before we see the morning paper. Some of us are afraid of this new technology, afraid that things are moving too fast—but the word technology simply means tool. Like any tool, technology can be used or abused. The good news is that because this digital technology facilitates more rapid communication it also creates more community.

We see this on our website, Mothering.com, where we have 135,000 members of our discussion boards, 1 million total threads and 13 million total posts. In fact, our online discussion boards are the second largest parenting forums on the entire Web. There has been an explosion of moms’ groups in the last ten years. When I was a new mom there were only two groups: La Leche League (LLL) and International Childbirth Education Association. Now there are Holistic Moms Network, National Association of Mothers’ Centers, International Moms Club, Mocha Moms, Moms Rising, Mothers Acting Up, and the Mothers Movement Online, to name a few.

But before we consider reaching out to these or other organizations, we want to strengthen the root of community with others: that is, our relationship with ourselves. Looking for community is part of a circle that begins with and returns to us. It helps if we can cultivate some self-awareness.

It can be hard to remain self-aware when we are in the company of others. If that first community after ourselves is our immediate family, then I’m sure we all know how easy it can be to lose track of our own center when we are caring for others.

I often felt as a mother of young children that any communities outside of my family were almost more than I could handle, that I required all of my reserves for the unexpected things that kept happening in the life of my family. As a new mother, though, I needed outside communities. I longed to see my friends. Even when I was overwhelmed with babies, I wanted to talk to my friends on the phone.

I also cherished organizations like LLL, where I could see other parents doing what I was learning to do. I craved good models, so although it was hard to round everyone up to attend a conference, it was worth it, as it gave me sustenance for an entire year. Interestingly, many of my friends when I was a new mother were people I might not have met otherwise. Our shared values made our other differences insignificant.

From the security of a new community, we can experiment with new ideas. When we are in a process of change—as when you first discovered Waldorf schools and were still contrasting them to other educational methods or perhaps when you first considered a homebirth—it can feel like we are entering an entirely new world, and we are. At these times we especially need community. Even those of us who have lots of friends or who feel just fine about our social lives may feel isolated when facing an unexpected problem or change in our lives and may seek an entirely new community to help support that life change.

Another way we support new life changes is to create a nourishing environment at home, to make our home a sanctuary, a place where we feel safe and can fall apart when necessary.

We also need house rules that allow for everyone to have private as well as community space. One of the things that people learned from the communes of the sixties was that even good community could be too much sometimes.

Many new centers, coffeehouses, and restaurants are popping up to serve the community with children. Natural Resources in San Francisco is one example of a retail, library, and meeting space for parents. In Manhattan, the Upper Breast Side is a boutique that offers breastfeeding resources and supplies. Mom’s Breastaurant is a portable tent that goes to outdoor conferences and events and provides a shaded and quiet place for moms and babies. In El Paso, Texas there’s a new café, the El Paso Baby Café, where moms can drop in for mother-to-mother support as well as professional breastfeeding advice.

Over the years, we’ve published articles on the international cohousing movement where families live in close proximity to one another, share meals, and other resources. We recently received an article about a couple that bought land and built a house along with his parents and her mom. They all have private wings of the house as well as shared common spaces. A friend told me that her house had recently been sold to two families, who would be sharing the house together.

One of our most popular articles ever in Mothering is “Finding Your Tribe” by Teresa Pitman, the story of a young mom who spends days with her friend. They cook together, clean together, and help each other with their children. On Mothering.com we have very popular Finding Your Tribe threads with “tribes” of online forum members who regularly meet for picnics, meetings, and get-togethers in their local areas.

So how do we find community? We don’t. We attract it. We find it where we are. We go deeper with people we are already with: neighbors, coworkers, other parents. How do we find time for community? We start where we are!  Here are four universal principles for communication recommended by anthropologist Angeles Arien: 

Show up.

Pay attention to what has heart and meaning.

Tell your truth without blame or judgment.

Do not be attached to outcome.

We hone our skills of communication because we need each other so much. We need community. If you’re feeling blue it’s for a good reason. Don’t turn against yourself in tough times. Visualize what it would look like if you felt part of a tribe, part of a community. Describe it to yourself. What is one community you want to know more about? What is one step you could take toward that one community? Break it down into small steps and take just one step.

How do I meet new people? First I imagine what it is that I would like to share. Next I have to make a plan to achieve this connection. Then I need to take the first step, whatever it is. And, finally I have to practice my new learning again and again, by getting together with my new community regularly—and pretty soon I will belong. I also have to be patient with myself when leaving a less supportive community, just allowing myself to start over again without making a big production about it.

We’ve been living in an age in which the individual has appeared to be more important than the collective. Current economic challenges underline just the opposite. But these times are just a reminder of what has always been: We need community regardless of the times. There is nothing wrong with us if we can’t go it alone. We’re not supposed to.

Though we can’t go it alone, we also do not want to give ourselves away. We want to look for communities that offer us respect and optimism. I love this quote from African-American poet Nikki Giovanni about good boundaries in community.

There is always something to do. There are hungry people to feed, naked people to clothe, sick people to comfort and make well. And while I don’t expect you to save the world, I do think it’s not asking too much for you to love those with whom you sleep, share the happiness of those whom you call friend, engage those among you who are visionary and remove from your life those who offer you depression, despair and disrespect.

Love,

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peggy O’Mara is the mother of four grown children. She has gained international celebrity as publisher, editor and owner of Mothering Magazine. She is also the author of four books: Having a Baby Naturally: The Mothering Magazine Guide to Pregnancy and Childbirth, Natural Family Living: The Mothering Magazine Guide to Parenting, The Way Back Home: Essays on Life and Family, and A Quiet Place: Essays on Life and Family, all of which can be purchased in the Mothering Shop. A dynamic speaker, she has lectured and conducted workshops in conjunction with organizations such as the Omega Institute, Esalen, La Leche International, and Bioneers. She has appeared on numerous television and radio programs and has been featured in national publications including The Wall Street Journal, USA Today, The Washington Post, Chicago Tribune, Mother Earth News, and Utne Reader.

Read Peggy O’Mara’s editorials for philosophical information and practical advice about Natural Family Living

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2009-06-25

CareerBuilder announces: The number of guys who'd consider becoming stay-at-home dads has dropped from 49 percent in 2005 to 31 percent this year. This is based on a survey of 800 working fathers.

How can we reconcile that number with the staggering number of Father's Day stories about laid-off fathers becoming stay-at-home dads, or the rising visibility of caregiving fathers in our culture?

That's easy: We are now in the midst of an all-hands-on-deck economic emergency. Even employed parents feel under the gun at work, and many are facing furloughs, salary cuts, and benefits reductions. In that kind of situation, every able-bodied adult in every family needs to think about how he or she might contribute to the family's income, not to mention health care coverage.

That includes my family, by the way: I'm being laid off as senior editor of Greater Good magazine and my wife's employment situation has been rocky for awhile now. Am I going to go back to being a stay-at-home dad? I loved taking care of my son and would welcome the opportunity to do so again, but we as a unit can't afford voluntary stay-at-home parenthood. Not right now.

And so, based on that perspective, I have a prediction: Over the course of the next few years, we're going to see more involuntary stay-at-home dads--those created by layoffs--and fewer voluntary stay-at-home dads.

Here's the important thing: During the Great Depression, unemployment would destroy men. They were told that money was all they had to contribute to their families; if employment vanished, they saw themselves as worthless. They couldn't become "stay-at-home dads" because that role did not exist. Few mothers worked and fewer earned enough to support families. Today, most moms work and we can say to unemployed fathers: you still have value to your family, they need for you to see to their well-being.

That's a message that a decade's worth of voluntary stay-at-home dads can send to today's laid-off dads. That's something men need to hear right now, that they can play caregiving as well as breadwinning roles in their families.

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2009-06-22

President Obama Speaks to Dads About Fatherhood:  "Just because your own father wasn’t there for you, that’s not an excuse for you to be absent also -- it’s all the more reason for you to be present. There’s no rule that says that you have to repeat your father’s mistakes. Just the opposite -- you have an obligation to break the cycle and to learn from those mistakes, and to rise up where your own fathers fell short and to do better than they did with your own children."

Mother, May I? Helping Moms Back Off So That Dads can be Dads: "Negative gatekeeping by mothers -- grimaces or criticism when men try to change a diaper or feed or play with a baby -- can block out even fathers who believe they should be involved, says a 2008 study in the Journal of Family Psychology... Gatekeeping can be positive, too: When mothers encourage dads, the men tend to shoulder more child care."

A Father's Day Assessment of Recession-Era Dads: "By now, pretty much everyone, their brother, and their mother have weighed in on how the recession is—and isn't—shaking up gender relations here at home. Journalists and researchers alike have questioned whether the downturn might change the balance of power and responsibility for good. They've offered bold pronouncements: Yes. And, well, no. They've dug up real-life tales of men and women for whom layoffs have hit hard, trotting outsagas of lost men and bitter wives one day and forecasts of a revolution in parenthood the next. I've followed the research and soaked up the reporting. I've got just one more story to add to the pile: my own."

Princess Parenting: "Are you a princess parent? Does your baby girl have more princess paraphernalia than you can fit in your mini van? As a parent, it’s nearly impossible to avoid the inevitable onslaught of princess culture."

Devoted Dad key to reducing risky teen sex: "The more attentive the dad — and the more he knows about his teenage child's friends — the bigger the impact on the teen's sexual behavior, the researchers found. While an involved mother can also help stave off a teen’s sexual activity, dads have twice the influence."

Raising Hell: For ella, my daughter, who asks why?: "I want to call on fathers everywhere to make a commitment to all youth and not just their 'own.'"

Links related to the release of my book, The Daddy Shift:

Daddy on Board: "I would like to say that there's this revolutionary movement of fathers who are going to take back fatherhood and change the face of public policy. But social change happens in stages, and I think where we're at is in the consciousness-raising stage... The logical way to close off this stage is to begin asking ourselves: How can we get public policies that will support our role as caregivers? How can we get paternity leave, which only one in 10 men have access to? How can we get flextime?"

Defining the Daddy Track: "The United States has never had a situation where so many mothers worked and so many fathers were capable of taking on caregiving work. People have a new image in their minds of what a good mother is and what a good father is, and that's a strength people are bringing into this economic crisis."

Why Working Mothers (Sometimes) Envy Stay-at-Home Dads: "Many career-oriented women marry men who become primary caregivers, and they are extremely happy with the arrangement. What’s their secret? In an age when gender roles are open to negotiation, the first trick, I found, is to identify what you want and find a partner who knows what he or she wants, bargain openly for roles as changes like parenthood loom, and clearly identify what strengths each partner brings to the table."

New Dad-itude: Today's fathers are hands-on, pressure off: "Compared with pressure that many moms say they feel, 'the bar is set pretty low for father involvement and father engagement,' says Jeff Cookston, an assistant professor of psychology who studies fatherhood at San Francisco State University. He calls the current group of younger dads a 'pilot generation' because they're trying to figure out the transition from dad as a breadwinner to the hands-on pop who doesn't shirk from diaper changes or carpool runs."

Father's Day Recommended Reading: "It's an empirical fact that fathers are comparatively rare in children's books — when economist David A. Anderson and psychologist Mykol Hamilton studied 200 children's books in 2005, they found that fathers appeared about half as often as mothers. Mothers were ten times more likely to be depicted taking care of babies than fathers and twice as likely to be seen nurturing older children. No surprise there, of course. Moms are still the ones most likely to be taking care of kids. But where does that leave families who don't fit the traditional mold? And how does that help parents who want to provide caring role models to their sons?"

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dads
2009-06-21

While there are very few baby-friendly hospitals compared to the total number in the world, whenever one more hospital gets its baby-friendly status, it's time to celebrate. 

St. Joseph Hospital in Orange County, California recently received it's baby-friendly distinction from UNICEF and the World Health Organization. I applaud their efforts to provide a healthy start to Orange county moms and their babies. In fact, four other hospitals and birth centers also received their baby-friendly honor recently. You can see a full list of baby-friednly hospitals and birth centers at www.babyfriendlyusa.org/eng/03.html

You would think that all hospitals would be baby-friendly. It's only logical. But there are decades old behaviors that are hard to overcome without a detailed plan, dedicated people and a concerted effort. 

Take, for instance, the picture below from a hospital in 1942.

It is formula for the babies in the nursery at the Cairns General Hospitaat the FSA (Farm Security Administration) farm workers' community. Eleven Mile Corner, Arizona.

Also, take into consideration this photo from November 1942.

Nurse training. Just as they take biology and chemistry, students of nursing "take babies" as the young nurses say. Here Susan learns how to give a baby one of his first meals.

While these photos are over fifty years old, they are still quite relevant today. It's hard to stop a horse when it's already out the barn. But there are those out there who are trying to do what's in the best interest of the baby by touting and recommending the many and varied benefits of breastfeeding. 

Let's just hope more hospitals and birth centers seek their baby-friendly distinction as well, no matter how difficult it may be or how impractical it may seem. 

Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, FSA-OWI Collection, [reproduction number, LC-USF34-071909-D DLC] 

Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, FSA-OWI Collection, [reproduction number, LC-USE6-D-006949 DLC] 

 

 

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we're number 1!
2009-06-10

Big Boards ranking

Check it out. Number 1 parenting forum on the web!

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2009-06-10

cutout of Laura with Cynthia

Just wanting to give a shout-out to our webmama, Cynthia Mosher, who has done an amazing job of heading up the migration of the old Mothering web site to our new and improved home.

Cynthia, who lives in Saudi Arabia, seemingly never sleeps, is available for us at all hours (of her day and ours, even though she's ten hours ahead of us). She's always there, patient and good-humored. She seems to know how to fix anything that could possibly go wrong online and manages to make me laugh on a regular basis, even when she's under a ridiculous amount of stress—as she often is. We'd be lost without her.

Kudos, Cynthia, for all you do! Thumbs up on a job well done!

Photo: I was out of town when Cynthia came to Santa Fe in 2007 to meet with the MotheringDotCommunity board administrators. Since I couldn't be there to meet her but wanted her to feel welcome, I left a cutout of myself in my chair with a speech bubble that said "Hi, Cynthia!" She shot this photo and left it for me to discover upon my return.

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2009-06-09

Have you ever done the Virginia Reel? You know, the one where you link opposite arms with the person facing you and twirl around, let go of that person and link arms withanother and repeat, the whole group of dancers moving around in a big circle?
ferris wheel
I often think of this old square dance when I've had a day of one urgency after another, the kind of day where you go go go, twirling and reeling from one thing to another until finally the dance is over and everyone goes home and you have time to catch your breath and try to piece together a sense of what all just transpired.

That's the kind of month and a half it's been: getting the July-August issue out, working through computer failings (Mercury in retrograde!) and the flu, trying to get the new Mothering web site ready to launch, moving the office, all of which crescendoed to completion on June 1. After which I took off for a week and a half to go to the Mississippi Delta with my sister for a nonstop wild ride of a visit to our old stomping grounds.

Head still spinning, I'm now breathing deep and taking a moment to reflect before the music starts back up. . .

 

Photo from my visit last October to the Columbus County (NC) Fair.

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2009-06-08

WPA Breastfeeding Photo 1938

In the early to mid twentieth century there was constant conflicting medical advice about how a mother should feed her baby. At least now every major medical association (to my knowledge) recognizes that breast is best. But back then, the advice was not as cut and dry. Above is a WPA (Work Projects Administration) poster encouraging mothers to breastfeed. It was distributed in New York and created in 1938.

However, as the below poster reveals, other agencies and states had another agenda entirely. This is a poster from the Cleveland Division of Health and FDA promoting milk, showing a large bottle of milk next to couples smiling, playing golf, tennis, and two babies. It was distributed in Ohio and was also a part of the WPA Art Program, 1940. 

WPA Milk Poster

 

 

 


 

 

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2009-06-01

I just read in the latest issue of The Mother that we all poop wrong. Unless we squat. Squatting is the natural way to go (ha). When we sit on the toilet, we actually create a blockage in the anal canal! Imagine. Apparently, countries that do squat to poop have much lower rates of colon cancer. Constipation is also caused by sitting on the loo. And if you notice, kids naturally squat until we potty train them. 

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2009-06-01

"The subhead of 'Mr. Big Gets Downsized' reads: 'What happens when the breadwinner is toast? Chris Noth plays Mr. Mom, while Milla Jovovich leaves him with the crumbs.' And so begins a role-reversal-ish photo shoot, in which the man is left at home to watch the rugrats while the woman is all business. Just like in The Hangover, it's supposedly instant comedy to see a man with a baby, as though men never parent and are as comfortable with kids as they are with, say, fainting goats."

When Opting Out isn't an Option: "Examining the lives of privileged women and their work-life choices is certainly much sexier and more controversial than telling the stories of the majority of working women in this country. After all, most women must balance work with caregiving. They don't have the option of opting out. Where's the debate in that?"

Helping Breadwinners When It Can't Wait: "In a nation where the vast majority of families now have no one at home to provide care, workers need paid time off from work to care for one another. Our current system of family and medical leave is unpaid, and even that is not inclusive and leaves out many of the hard-working families who need these benefits the most... It is patently unfair for some mothers and fathers to have to take unpaid leave or fear for their jobs to care for a newborn or take care of seriously ill children or parents—or even worse be unable to take that leave because their bosses just say no."

Two Senators Try to Give Working Parents Relief on Child Care Costs: "Under current tax law, many parents can get a tax credit for a portion of their child care costs. The problem is the portion is capped at $3,000. As MomsRising points out today, who pays $3,000 a year for good child care?"

Paternity Leave: "I have to admit, I also felt a little bit insecure about the whole idea of paternity leave. I think there's a lot to the notion that, in our culture, men derive a great deal of psychological satisfaction from going to work every day. Being out and about, running errands, with or without my son, in the middle of day made me feel a little bit strange and somewhat marginal... I'm not particularly proud of that, but there it is."

The next four links are related to the release of my book The Daddy Shift:

The Daddy Identity Crisis: "I wish we as a culture were better at rituals; it would be good to have a ritual of some kind that would mark this passage, from reliance on mom’s body to ramping up dad’s care. As things are in most families, I think it really comes down to Mom, at a certain point, being able to give the baby to her partner and then just… walk away."

Hands On Dads Handle Stress Better: "Job loss is traumatic. So is financial anxiety. But hands-on fathers who can juggle bath-time, playground jaunts and laundry duty are better equipped to deal with those than earlier generations of men, says the author of a new book on fatherhood."

Of fathers, mothers and parenting, and why I choose not to be completely useless: "Fathers are changing the nature of families. I don’t give fathers any particular credit for this. I just maintain that it is true. Fathers are stepping up, and as they do their partners are stepping aside and letting them in. I have watched these changes in my own life and in my own evolution as a father, and in families around me. The change isn’t universal. It is a work in progress."

No Child Left Behind = All Boys Left Behind: "I have great faith that having more men at home can help bring that critical masculine energy back into the nucleus of the family- there may be more sword fighting, squirt guns, and more hours of farting than flash cards. If boys can be empowered by men at home, ideally their ability to perform in school will increase. If more men are paying attention to how their sons are being taught and the obvious deficits they are facing, motivation will occur to take action and address their specific needs."

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2009-06-01

Thanks to everyone for your support of a local mother who was denied health insurance coverage for her preferred method of birth—a home birth.  Together we were able to influence SEIU to change their reimbursement policy and cover out-of-hospital birth.

The birth community, loyal activists, outraged mothers, and Choices in Childbirth joined together to raise this woman’s voice in unison with ours, demonstrating national support for this type of insurance coverage. After several appeals and meetings (and meetings, and meetings), the SEIU 32BJ Joint Health Fund agreed to amend its policy and provide coverage for out of hospital births…. So why is this only a “sort of” success?

The problem is that the policy change only provided coverage up to the amount that they would pay for an in-network hospital provider fee (around $3,000), but the cost of a home birth in our area costs closer to $6000 in total.  Why is there a discrepancy in the prices - especially when advocates of homebirth often cite lower costs as one of the benefits? While the insurance company technically only pays out the roughly $3,000 for the provider fee, the total cost of the hospital birth is substantially higher and includes additional fees such as the “facility fee” (for use of the hospital, the tools, the nursing staff, the linens, etc.).  A homebirth midwife, on the other hand, brings the “facility” to you so to speak, not to mention that she spends personalized, one-on-one time with the laboring mother for the duration of the labor compared to the short amount of time the OB is usually present to deliver the baby.  This $6,000 fee incorporates the facility aspect, but without a “facility” the homebirth midwife is unable to collect those additional fees.

So while this local mom and her supporters were successful in getting the policy changed, the option turned out to still be un-accessible; Homebirths are now technically an option with this plan, but only if you can afford to pay the difference out of pocket.  (The woman gave birth to a healthy baby boy last week, by the way!)

I’d love to hear your thoughts… do you think that the insurance plan should pay for the full rate of an out-of-hospital rate? Do you have a story to share about out-of-hospital birth?  Do you think more women would opt for an out-of-hospital birth if they knew that it would be covered by their insurance? Check out our Facebook page and leave a comment on our wall!

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2009-06-01

I am so excited this morning because I learned something brand new about American history!

As I have been searching through countless photographs on the Library of Congress Web site I keep coming across unfamiliar late nineteenth, early twentieth century photo cards with two of the exact image right beside each other. I knew absolutely nothing about them until today.

They're called stereographs and they were the precursor to the modern day View Master. Here's one called "Baby's Happy Hour" (1) from 1898.

It was photographed and sold by Griffith & Griffith, an early photography company out of Philadelphia. Families would pop their cards into the stereoscope and get a 3-D version of the image. It was great entertainment then, but Constance B. Schultz, a history professor at the University of South Carolina, teaches that these stereographs painted a very narrow view of women. (Quelle surprise!)

"Stereographs were used as a widespread vehicle to transport cultural and domestic ideas. They reflected and reinforced both positive and negative stereotypes about the roles and purposes of women."

Schultz adds the stereographs were intended to either depict women as matronly (above) or comical in nature like this one called "A Chip Off the Old Block" (2) which shows a man and baby drinking from the bottle. It was sold by the Standard Scenic Company in 1906.

1. Copyright: Griffith & Griffith
2. Copyright: Standard Scenic Co.

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2009-05-21

Very weird. Tim and I awoke this morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. But not as in Starbucks. More like the kind of coffee you'd get in a styrofoam cup at a high school football game or men's club pancake breakfast.

Weird because Tim and I don't drink coffee at home, don't have a way to make it. Our front window was open all night—could someone walking by with an open cup of coffee have left such a strong aroma in their wake? Was there a wanderer resting beneath our window in the wee hours, savoring some freshly brewed joe from the homeless shelter? Do we have a coffee-drinking ghost? OR is this just a very clichéd metaphor?

And if so, what is it we're supposed to be getting . . .

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Photo: Just happened to have this shot of an open styrofoam cup of coffee (detail from a Dunkin' Donuts poster. Not sure why I shot it. Or kept it!). But you can just smell it, can't you?

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2009-05-20

You know how there's this voice in your head that sometimes says things like "GO back into the house right now and put on a slip!" or "SMILE at the grouchy waiter—he's having a bad day". . .? That voice of instruction/barometer of appropriateness, your own internal dialogue of "thou shalts" . . . your mom's voice?*

Well, I hear the mom voice, too, of course. Who doesn't? But when it comes to design, I hear an altogether different voice: that of Robin Williams. (Yes, THE Robin Williams,** and, no, not the actor!)

I had the good fortune to take a class on typography from Robin in 1997 and have not been the same since. (For lots of reasons, which I'd love to talk about, including the fact that she's now a very dear friend, but because I'm under deadline and not really supposed to be doing anything but layout, I'll have to elaborate later.)

One of Robin's better known maxims regarding design—one that has appeared in her design books—is "Don't be a wimp." I hear that one quite often.

But the phrase I hear at least once a day is something Robin said repeatedly in class: "Trust your eyes . . . . You know what you're doing. Just look!" Many, many times over the past 12 years, that reassuring call to be present and trust myself has helped me over a creative hurdle and on to the next challenge.

OK. As Robin often says, "Anon!" Back to layout!

More about Robin later. . .

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*We included one of Mothering publisher and editor-in-chief Peggy O'Mara's bits of wisdom along these lines in our 2009 calendar: "The way we talk to our children becomes the inner voice they hear." (Kind of makes you think twice, doesn't it?)

**Macintosh computer users around the world practically worship Robin for her witty, easy-to-understand tomes on all things Mac, but she's also written brilliant books on design, typography, font management, podcasting, web design, and . . . and an in-depth look at a surprising candidate for the authorship of the works of William Shakespeare.

Image scanned from one of Robin's 50+ books, Beyond the Mac Is Not a Typewriter (1996). Part of what I love about Robin's books—besides the fun, sassy tone—is the wackiness of the examples she uses. Who knew learning could be such silly fun?

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2009-05-20

My new (first!) book, The Daddy Shift, is now available for order everywhere books are sold, and its very first review appears in this month's issue of Mothering magazine:

In The Daddy Shift: How Stay-at-Home Dads, Breadwinning Moms, and Shared Parenting are Transforming the American Family, Jeremy Adam Smith leaves no stone unturned in his adroit navigation of the slippery terrain of the changing role of "dad." Part lucidly written historical, social, and economic analyses of moneymaking and caregiving roles, and part eloquent portraits of stay-at-home dads of various cultural backgrounds (including gay couples), the book covers a lot of ground. But it never feels as if Smith is stretching to make his points. His investigations are very well researched, and he's pursued them with a rigorous intellectual integrity that makes his arguments engagingly persuasive. The result is an impressive book that even the childless should read, for at essence, The Daddy Shift is not just about stay-at-home dads, but about the changing roles of men and women in society.

Not a bad start. And here's what the magazine Body + Soul has to say in its next issue: "Smith's book is a gentle but persistent appeal to get beyond all those preconceived notions and make the choices that work best for ourselves and our families." My publisher, Beacon Press, even made this nice little promotional video. Embed it on your blog, forward it to friends! Here are some upcoming Bay Area events:

On May 30th at 2 pm, I will conduct a workshop for new and expectant parents on father involvement at Natural Resources in San Francisco. Come explore how new fathers and mothers can equally share in the joys and burdens of parenthood. Emphasis will be placed on successful co-parenting relationships and in understanding and overcoming obstacles to father involvement. To sign up, call 415 550-2611 or email info@naturalresources-sf.com. Co-sponsored by the Bay Area Homebirth Collective. On Saturday, June 6, at 7 pm, Cover to Cover will host a release party for The Daddy Shift. Cover to Cover is located in San Francisco, 1307 Castro St (between 24th St & Jersey St). Come one, come all. On Sunday, June 14 at 5 pm, Jeremy will read at an event for the 'zine Rad Dad, which has been nominated for an Independent Press Award. The reading will be held at Pegasus Books, 2349 Shattuck Avenue in downtown Berkeley, CA.

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2009-05-17

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2009-05-08
This is the edited transcript of a May 7 talk I gave to the nurses of UC Berkeley Health Services on surviving compassion fatigue, re-posted from the Greater Good blog. I’m going to warn you: This is a somewhat difficult talk, full of paradoxes. I’m going to talk about the best in human nature and behavior, and also the worst. I’m going to talk about how human beings seem designed to care for each other, but also how the grind of daily care can be soul-destroying. And in the end, I hope to share my thoughts on how we can work with other people to bring out the good in each of us. I’m an early riser, and I do most of my writing in the early morning. A month ago, I was walking to a coffee shop at 6:30 am, and I was doing what I often do during my early morning walks, which is to look around at the Victorians and hills and mist of the place where I live and think about how beautiful all of it is. Without warning, I felt a blow on the back of my head, and someone ran past me holding a tire iron. I sank to my knees and put my hand to the back of head, and it felt very warm and wet. There were footsteps, and I looked up: there was another young man walking towards me holding a gun. I remember that his face seemed very young, and that his voice quavered as he asked me for my wallet and backpack; I can say with confidence that he seemed more frightened than me by what was happening. I stood there for a long minute, not feeling anything. Then I heard a pitter patter like raindrops; I was bleeding onto the sidewalk. My attackers were gone, though I hadn't noticed them leave, and so I stood and started to stagger home. I quickly realized that I wouldn’t make it. I want to pause here to describe what went through my mind, because I think it’s interesting: I was reluctant to ring my neighbor’s doorbell. I didn’t want to bother him, an older man I had seen on the sidewalk many times but whom I had never bothered to meet. Think about that: Here I am with an injury that would later turn out to be serious, and something inside of me, some lifelong American conditioning, still resists reaching out for help. I’m my own man, dammit! I don’t need anything! This? This is just a flesh wound! But at that point I had two options: I could lie down on the pavement and wait for someone to come along, or I could ring the doorbell. I rang the doorbell. “Who is it?” said the neighbor, sounding ready to tell me to go away. I apologized for bothering him and explained the situation through the closed door. He opened it immediately, brought me a towel to put at the back of my head, and called 911. Paramedics and police soon arrived. At the ER, a doctor and a nurse glued my head shut. After the police caught the boys who attacked me, I spent the rest of the day at a police station; at one point I went into the squad room to make a phone call and found three cops sitting around watching CSI on TV. I asked them if it was a training film, and one of them just laughed. OK, so, let’s break this down. Three people—the boy with the tire iron, the boy with the gun, and the boy who drove the car—hurt me that morning. That’s terrible. But how many people helped me? Let’s count them. The neighbor who opened his door. He was the first. Two paramedics. One doctor and a nurse. Numerous police officers, especially officer Ed Robles and his partner, who pretty much spent the day chauffeuring me and my family around the city. These officers put themselves in danger when they captured my armed attackers. Our friends jumped in, too. They babysat my son on a moment’s notice and helped us to run errands. And later, after I came home, three people called because they found my stuff in three different locations around the city. Those people didn’t have to do that; they just did it. And what about the invisible people? The 911 dispatcher? The administrators who run the hospital and police departments? The people who pay the taxes that fund police and rescue work? The countless people in history who worked to set up police departments and hospitals and ambulance services and the countless medical discoveries that made my injury a survivable one? It boggles the mind, to think about the number of people who contributed to my care. A cynic might focus obsessively on the split second of violence and claim that one act reveals the true face of humanity. A cynic might also claim that the neighbor who opened his door really had no choice; I guilt-tripped him into doing it. The police, the cynic might say, are just grunts doing their jobs and that doctors and nurses are just in it for the paycheck. But that’s precisely what’s interesting about this incident and incidents like it. When I was trouble, I could feel a social net tighten around me, to catch me as I fell. The tightening seemed habitual, reflexive, commonplace, ubiquitous—and the guilt of not-helping, I’d argue, is important, because that’s evidence of how important helping is to us. Far from guilty, the help was compassionate. I experienced the compassion as an individual thing, but also institutional. What is compassion? That’s the topic of an absurd amount of debate among scientists. Dacher Keltner, the psychologist who leads the Greater Good Science Center, where I work, defines compassion as “concern to enhance the welfare of another who suffers or is in need.” This is different from empathy, which is the “mirroring or understanding of another's emotion.” So empathy is feeling; compassion is action. And by that definition, I experienced a great deal of compassion that day, from the neighbor to police to nurses to our friends—many kinds of compassion. The compassion of our friends was shot through with empathy; the compassion of the doctor and nurses was executed, I’d say, without much empathy. They weren’t mirroring my emotions—in fact, the female doctor seemed to hold those emotions at arm’s length—and yet they did the most to, quote, “enhance the welfare of another who suffers”—namely me, in this case. Why is compassion so universal, not just in individuals but through social networks and institutions? It was thought for a long time that compassion was the exception, selfishness the rule. After Charles Darwin made his case for evolution, many Europeans interpreted the survival of the fittest to mean that only the fittest should survive. Europeans even invented an ideology called Social Darwinism, the belief that alleged intellectual and behavioral differences between people with different skin pigmentations were rooted in biology, making some races fit to rule and some fit to serve. But that was all wrong right from the start, because Darwin’s theory of evolution suggested that the good in human beings was just as adaptive as the bad. In other words, we have compassion because compassion helps our species to survive. Compassionate acts, Darwin wrote in Descent of Man, “appear to be the simple result of the greater strength of the social and maternal instincts than that of any other instinct or motive; for they are performed too instantaneously for reflection, or for pleasure or pain to be felt at the time; though, if prevented by any cause, distress or even misery might be felt.” In other words, our evolved instinct to help other people is a reflex, like smiling back at someone who smiles at us or flinching at the sound of a gunshot. When we are prevented from acting on the compassionate instinct, it hurts; we feel miserable. The effect can be deadening. Time and science have both been kind to Darwin, for many of his speculations about emotion and human nature have been confirmed by decades of research. Nonhuman primates, with whom we share about 99 percent of our genes, exhibit compassion all the time, including providing special care to blind, deaf, crippled, or wounded comrades, not to mention caring for infants and engaging in what is called affiliative grooming, which sometimes entails eating bugs off of each other. Talk about compassionate action! Now, it should be emphasized that nonhuman primates also kill and mutilate each other all the time. They vie for dominance, they rape, they murder infants, they even eat each other—just like humans do. But nonhuman primates have been observed reconciling after conflict; even intransigently violent species like baboons have revealed a capacity to culturally evolve in more peaceful directions. With all primates, including humans, compassion flourishes in some environments and it withers in other environments—a crucial point. So compassion has deep evolutionary roots, but how does it express itself in human beings? Over the course of recent decades, scientists have discovered many of the biological building blocks of compassion and empathy. Infants as young as 42 minutes have been observed copying their mothers’ facial expressions, an empathic behavior. Neuroscientists have located sociable and shiny happy emotions in action all over the brain--finding compassion, for example, in the amygdale and prefrontal cortex. Mirror neurons fire when we sense another's emotional state. A hormone called oxytocin is released during moments of trust and social bonding. We’ve even identified genes whose presence seems to predict generosity and altruism. Not surprisingly, kindness, gratitude, and compassionate action have been discovered to provide real health benefits, physical and mental. So we are literally wired for compassion; we experience compassion in both our minds and our bodies, and the experience makes minds and bodies healthier. This explains why the absence of compassion is so painful. Let’s go back to the attack I experienced. What if it had happened in another place, one without a reliable police and medical system, or the rule of law, and I had been left to fend for myself? What if my skin had been of the wrong color in the wrong time period or the wrong place, and everybody had turned their back on me just because of that? What if I had been a woman, and I had been raped, and a male police officer told me that it was my fault because of what I was wearing? Then how would I feel? I’d feel rage. That’s what happens when compassion is denied. I think about the boys who attacked me. I don’t believe that they were devoid of compassion in their lives. At the least, I hope, their mothers loved them. And I suspect that they at least loved their mothers right back. But I also suspect, without knowing them, that as children they were the targets of violence from people they trusted, and that there were few adults in their lives who gave them the care they needed. I think it’s very likely that they’ve been made to feel like outsiders in America because of the color of their skin—they were dark-skinned Latinos. I’m not letting these boys off the hook. To inflict violence on another human being is to deny the connections between us, and the denial of empathy and humanity seems to me to be the best definition we have of evil. I’m not saying these boys were evil, but I’m a husband and a father, and my family counts on me to come home, and when someone threatens to take me away from my family, that’s an act of evil. But I believe that when we’re confronted with evil, we cannot respond in kind. I don’t believe in fighting fire with fire. Instead, I’d argue, we must aim to reestablish the connection between us as human beings; this is the definition of goodness. In the face of cruelty and stupidity, we have to respond with empathy and imagination. We have to leave the confines of our own minds, and travel that biological and social bridge of emotion, and try to help those who have hurt us, and try to imagine what drove them to hurt us. We must make their pains our own. Not for their benefit, but for the sake of our own potential. The boys who attacked me are suffering in some sense; they deserve compassion, which, unfortunately, they probably won’t find in jail. And what about me? Remember that moment I described, when I looked into the face of the boy who held the gun on me, and I saw that he was nervous and afraid? Despite the danger of the momen — despite the fact that I was stunned and he saw me as a target instead of a fellow-being — my empathic equipment still fired and I felt that spark of connection, reflexively sensing his emotion. To deny that experience would be my loss. And that experience was in no way extraordinary. If we are normal and healthy, it’s very hard to turn off the empathy. The emotions of other people sweep us up and carry us along and we are changed in the journey. Most of the time, that’s great; that’s why good times and friends and family are so important to us, and every kindness we perform makes other people more likely to be kind themselves. And most people are very well equipped to handle the fleeting distress or pain of friends, and to provide compassionate help. That’s just what our friends provided to my family, on the day I was mugged. But what happens when you must confront pain and distress every single working day? What happens when you are a doctor or nurse or social worker or paramedic, and compassionate action is part of your job description? Health care and social workers are trained to manage empathy and maintain some professional distance. I asked a nurse-friend this morning how she staves off the onset of compassion fatigue, and she replied, “Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries!” These boundaries are what allowed the doctor and nurses at Kaiser to provide compassionate help to me without superfluous empathy. Good for them. But human beings are not, as we know, robots, and there is a great deal of research suggesting that somatic empathy — that is, the involuntary, unconscious empathy we feel in our guts—is a major factor driving compassion fatigue, a state of mind in which we become less and less able to help others, for fear of being hurt ourselves. We’re talking about natural processes—namely, compassion and empathy —being put to use over and over again in highly repetitive, artificial situations. That kind of work will wear down even the strongest person, especially during times like these, when budgets are being cut and resources, including human resources, are being stretched to the limit, and distressed people are counting more than ever on infrastructures of care like University Health Services. It’s in historical moments like this one that compassion fatigue becomes a real threat, not just to professions like nursing but to our entire society. Charles Garfield is an advisor to Greater Good magazine, clinical professor of psychology at the UC School of Medicine, founder of the Shanti Project, one of the first HIV/AIDS community organizations in the world, and an expert on compassion and compassion fatigue. In his book Sometimes My Heart Goes Numb, Charlie describes the symptoms and consequences of compassion fatigue: depression, anxiety, hypochondria, combativeness, the sensation of being on fast-forward, an inability to concentrate. Caregivers, he writes, "describe greater and greater difficulty in processing their emotions. They are anxiety-ridden or distressed. Fellini-esque images intrude on their days and nights, painful memories flood their world outside the caregiving arena." If you’re experiencing any of these symptoms, Charlie recommends seeking professional help and withdrawing from the caregiving arena entirely. For those caregivers who don’t feel they can, usually because it's their livelihood or they there is no one else to provide the care, Charlie reminds the reader that “dysfunctional caregivers can severely jeopardize their clients’ or loved one’s care.” But what about those who are not at extremes of depletion, but who feel the onset of psychic numbing or see evidence, in yourself or others, of compassion fatigue? Compassion fatigue has only recently been recognized—C.R. Figley coined the term in 1995—and the research and theorizing has only just started. In last month's Journal of Health Psychology, a team of researchers surveyed 57 different studies of compassion fatigue among cancer-care providers, and concluded that right now, we know almost nothing about it. “These findings highlight the need to understand more clearly the link between the empathic sensitivity of healthcare professionals and their vulnerability to compassion fatigue,” conclude the authors. And yet I’ve been struck, in reviewing the literature, how much of the process of managing compassion fatigue is really just a matter of common sense and healthy choices. The really hard question is why we so often do not choose to make these healthy choices. So what we can you do? First of all, take care of yourself. Use your weekends and your time off to do things you enjoy, eat healthy foods, read novels, go for long walks. If you’re struggling with darkness, look for light wherever you can find it. Show compassion for yourself—recognize suffering in yourself and act to alleviate the suffering. That's different from self-pity, when we see suffering in ourselves and we don’t do anything about it. We just feel sorry for ourselves. With self-compassion, we don’t allow the suffering to define us. Instead, we are defined by our resistance to suffering. Next, there’s simple awareness. Simply being aware that there is such a thing as compassion fatigue helps us to prevent it and address it when it happens. We can remind each other and ourselves to maintain some distance from patients and clients, to remember that their distress is not our distress, that we didn’t cause it, and that we can help them best by not participating in their distress. However bad a situation is, we can always do something to make it better, even if that means helping someone to accept the inevitable. The psychotherapist Babette Rothschild, in her excellent book Help for the Helper, recommends mindfulness practice for caregivers. Now, you should know that I was born and raised in the Midwest and the East Coast, and I am a longtime skeptic when it comes to practices like mindfulness. But through my work at the Greater Good Science Center, I’ve seen study after empirical study showing that it works in controlling stress, fear, and fatigue. In different forms, you even see practices that sound an awful lot like mindfulness pop up in police and military training, where body awareness is used to control fear under fire. This isn’t a mindfulness training and I won’t go here into any depth, but the basic idea behind mindfulness is that you are constantly focusing on the present moment and monitoring what’s happening in your body. This is obviously a great way of controlling the kind of automatic, somatic empathy that contributes to compassion fatigue. If mindfulness is a new concept to you, I recommend that you attend the seminar with Dacher Keltner and Jon Kabat-Zinn that Greater Good is hosting on May 15 or read Babette Rothschild’s book. There’s one last step I’d like to highlight, the most important one, and that is talking to other people and forging a community of compassion around you. That’s not something we’re good at, us Americans. Do you remember how I didn’t want to ring my neighbor’s doorbell? Isn’t that a strange? Here I am, bleeding, injured, and I don’t want to bother someone for help. Doesn’t that sound crazy? It was crazy. And yet it happens every day. We live in a very individualistic culture—we’re bombarded by cultural messages that say it’s wrong to want help and that compassion is for suckers—and that makes it hard to ask for help when we need it. We’re afraid of our own vulnerability. This goes for me, and it goes for people in the helping and healing professions. Most hurts aren’t external, they’re internal and invisible, and those we suffer in silence. But we don’t have to. Sometimes you just have to reach up and ring the doorbell, and you might discover more compassion than you expected. Jeremy Adam Smith is senior editor of Greater Good, author of The Daddy Shift (Beacon Press, 2009), and co-editor of The Compassionate Instinct (WW Norton, January 2010), an anthology of essays on the scientific roots of human goodness.
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2009-05-08

I've found myself complaining a lot this year about how "kids today" don't seem to know how to write email—let alone old-fashioned pen- or typewriter-to paper letters—but seem to communicate using instant messenger-type programs or social networking sites like Facebook or MySpace. With Reeve in Scotland, this has come especially clear to me: he just won't write—email messages or letters. At least not to Tim and me.

But now I may be changing my tune. The last few days, I've had several occasions where I wasn't able to talk to Reeve via Skype or on the phone, but, needing to make sure he was OK, sent him short text messages via Skype's chat function. In each case, he responded immediately, and these "chats" evolved into delightful discussions of a variety of topics, including critiques of YouTube performances we watched "together" (5,000 miles apart) as well as intellectual commentary on other shared informative links (like, well . . . Engrish.com, OK?).

In trying to relay the gist of these "chats" to Tim, I realized that I had the words right in front of me and could share what was said, verbatim. So this new (for me) way of communicating, this amalgam of letter-writing and talking on the phone has the added benefit of coming with a transcript! Something I can print out and sentimentally stash away, along with Reeve's childhood drawings, cards, and notes from camp. . .

Above: a snippet from a discussion Reeve and I had yesterday regarding a piece of music he's working on.

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2009-05-07
So here are some things I learned... I stayed in a net-positive, freshly built green house right outside of Burlington, one of the houses in the South Farm Homes development (Hinesburg, VT). It was designed by the architecture firm Truex Cullins. Net-positive means that not only is it made so that it generates all of its own power; it actually generates more than it needs and gives power back to the grid. The owner will actually get a check for about $200 every year for her contribution. How is this done? The house was built to maximize passive solar heating. Depending on its orientation to the sun, different windows were used. One side of the house had triple-paned windows, with a higher solar heat gain coefficient. In other words, these windows suck more heat from the outside in, and then keep it inside with the help of 8 ¾ inch walls. The walls are insulated with cellulose. What is cellulose? In this case, newspapers ground up to the consistency of dense fluff, and then sprayed with borate, which is a natural pest repellent. You might think that ground up newspaper would be a fire hazard. But when tested, it was less flammable than traditional insulation. The home’s hot water is generated through heat from solar panels on the roof, and a geothermal heat pump on the ground floor. . The electricity is generated through thin photovoltaic film that covers the roof. The roof is at a 45 degree angle, which is perfect for that area’s latitude, in terms of receiving the best benefit from the sun’s rays.The geothermal heat pump also creates the hot water for the home’s radiant heating. According to the builder, the cost to build the house was $180 per square foot, which is “pretty competitive,” according to him. I actually have NO idea what competitive is in that arena, so please take it as a direct quote from the builder. But check out these benefits: In Vermont (good old uber-green Vermont), the owner will be reimbursed for 30% of the cost of the photovoltaic material. My notes are a little dodgy right here, but without getting too specific, she’ll get back $7,000 from the state, and $10,000 in tax breaks for installing a solar and PV roof. She’ll also save $2,000 per year in utilities, and make $200 annually from what she contributes to the grid. The South Farm Homes community is going to share a community garden, and also share the bounty of some of the families’ goats and chickens. All of the furniture in the house is eco-friendly and local where possible, and I will give you more details about that as I get more information on their sources. I fell madly in love with their Flo-Beds, which were made of organic cotton, natural latex and shasta wool. It was like sleeping on a delightful marshmallow—with just the right firmness and give. AND you can adjust it to make it firmer...and even adjust one side to be firmer or softer than the other, if your partner has different softness preferences than you. You can see the actual development’s plans and detailed information here: http://www.efficiencyvermont.com/pages/BBBD2006/docs/Vermont_Green%20Bui...
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2009-05-04

Mothering staffers gathered yesterday for a baby shower for Simone Snyder (who among other crucial things manages ad traffic for us), due in a couple of weeks.

We'll be posting a slide show of the shower on Mothering.com soon, but in the meantime, that's us in Marketing Director Elizabeth Carovillano's back yard.

Left to right, back row: Jennifer Bartlit, Lally McMahon, Simone Snyder, Peggy O'Mara, Kristina Morris-Heredia. Kneeling: Elizabeth Carovillano, Melyssa Holik, me.

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get up and go
2009-05-02

Pelican's "Drought." On repeat. A highly recommended soundtrack for layout.

(From their album Australasia. Here's a rough clip, but you really need to hear their recording for the full effect. As one of the clip viewers commented: "You know who else likes Pelican? . . . God."

This, from fastnbulbous.com:

"Just like you scrub away the day's grime with a loofah, sometimes you need to sandpaper away unpleasant memories of bad radio you're subjected to. Pelican's Australasia is the perfect cure. . . As background music Australasia's tempo seems consistent, its tone satisfyingly thick, massaging the lower registers of your hearing. Put on the headphones (or risk your lease and crank the sound system) and allow your biochemistry to slow down and meld with the music . . ."

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office snapshot
2009-05-01

Snapshot. There's a word you don't here much any more. Or at least, not in the one-time sense of "a cheap and quick photo taken with a cheap and quick point-and-shoot camera." Like the sublimely named Kodak INSTAMATIC.

They sure don't name them like they used to. How could you not feel hipster-cool carrying around an INSTAMATIC? (And just look at it!) (Photo courtesy of Wikipedia)

Anyway. Don't get me started on old cameras. My original intent was to upload a snapshot I surreptitiously grabbed earlier today with my cell phone—the Instamatic of our times.


I walked by staff photographer/super designer/web production  expert/Photoshop wiz Melyssa Holik's desk and saw her busy at work, after a trip this morning to the eye doctor's office where they dilated her eyes.

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2009-05-01
On April 3, the Iowa Supreme Court ruled that the state's same-sex marriage ban violates the constitutional rights of gay and lesbian couples. Just four days later, Vermont's legislature voted to legalize same-sex marriages. Now it looks as though Maine and New Hampshire will join them. Opponents have been predicting that the sky will fall. Chuck Hurley of the Iowa Family Policy Center, for example, claims that heterosexual marriage is the "seabed and cradle of civilization," and that same-sex marriage "is a battle of good versus evil, truth versus lies." I'm not gay. I am a married, heterosexual father. I am also raising a child on the border between Noe Valley, a notoriously child-friendly enclave in San Francisco, and the Castro, one of the world's gayest neighborhoods. In San Francisco, one doesn't have to imagine a dystopian time when homosexuality is an integral part of American life. In my neighborhood especially, that particular "apocalypse" is now, and it apparently involves a great deal of diaper changing. Gay and lesbian families are a daily reality in the place where I live--in particular, they are very much a part of my family's daily life, my son's life. I expect Iowans and Vermonters--along with residents of Maine and New Hampshire and, indeed, everyone in America--might be interested in hearing how it's going, since those states are about to join Connecticut and Massachusetts in becoming destinations for same-sex weddings. Have the gay and lesbian couples around us undermined my marriage or threatened my son in some way? In neighborhoods like ours, have the Christian Right's apocalyptic predictions of social collapse come to pass? The answer is no. Quite the opposite. In fact, neighborhoods like the Castro and Noe Valley are flourishing. Locally, Noe Valley is jokingly referred to as "Stroller Valley," because of the on-the street visibility of families with young children. Some of these parents are gay and lesbian, but most are straight. And today, heterosexual parents in neighborhoods like the Castro know a secret: These are great communities in which to raise children. Three-year-old Ezra is one of my son's best buddies, and this past October, Ezra joined our circle of friends and family in seeing his moms Jackie and Jessica get married. "At the wedding Ezra saw the community and the family come together, and he saw us become married," Jackie later told me. "He won't fully understand what that means until he gets older, but it was a very powerful day for him. Most of his friends have a mommy and a daddy, and so I think it was huge for him to have all those friends come together and see us married." Jessica added, "It's so important that Ezra grows up in a supportive environment. He can't just feel like our family is tolerated. He has to feel accepted. That's what marriage does for us: It allows us to just be a family, to be a normal part of the community." Jackie and Jessica have always felt as though, as Jessica said, "The onus is on us to prove the merit of our relationship." With Ezra in the picture, both mothers felt that marriage was a necessary step in positioning themselves in their social world. For Jessica's parents, their daughter's marriage was an intensely meaningful event. "It was wonderful to see Jessica so dressed up and looking so beautiful," said Jessica's mother Elizabeth. "I was just so happy for them." Every member of Jackie and Jessica's circle of friends and family that later I interviewed felt the same way: It made us happy to see our friends marry. That's a commonplace feeling at weddings, but, of course, not everyone in America has the right to a legal marriage. Their wedding was extraordinary because it came to us all as a gift we never expected. Iowa and Vermont are about to receive the same gift. I wonder if the Iowa Supreme Court judges and Vermont legislators who legalized same-sex marriage are aware of how much happiness they are helping to create? Their working lives consist of books, papers, arguments, precedents, a place apart from our small, private worlds. And yet their votes, I can tell you from my experience in San Francisco, will immediately improve many lives. Christian Right activists in Vermont and Iowa are already gearing up for ballot battles. Do those two states have the courage to embrace the happiness their leaders helped create? California did not: In November 2008, voters passed Proposition 8, which amended the state constitution to ban same-sex marriage. This event was devastating to Jackie and Jessica's friends and family--many of us, we later recalled, wept on hearing the news--and yet most felt that something had started that would prove unstoppable in the long run. "I was hurt," said Jessica's father Oscar. "I was looking forward to their marriage being solidified, accepted, institutionalized, like everybody else's marriage. It was an unpleasant moment, but it makes no difference to me. They love each other and they are making a family, and that's enough for me." During this period of our lives, the director Gus Van Sant filmed Milk, a movie that would later be nominated for eight Academy Awards, in our neighborhood. Harvey Milk, played in the movie by Sean Penn, was the first openly gay politician "in the history of the planet," to quote Time magazine. He represented the Castro on the San Francisco Board of Supervisors and was killed in 1978 (along with Mayor George Moscone) by city supervisor Dan White. When White was sentenced to a mere seven years for the crime, there were riots. Every day during that spring and summer of 2008, my family watched Milk come together. The facades of many Castro businesses were torn down and rebuilt to appear as they were in the 1970s; we saw Sean Penn and James Franco (whom my wife describes as "supernaturally beautiful" in real life) loitering around coffee shops; we watched staggering amounts of preparation for scenes that appeared to last for two minutes; and we residents were herded like cattle to avoid stumbling into scenes where our clothing would have made us anachronisms. Gray-haired gay men reminisced about those days—and the Castro's children, including my son, asked about this Harvey Milk person. One early morning I walked with Liko down Castro, and they had apparently just finished filming scenes of the riot that ignited after White’s conviction. The Castro was once again transformed, now with smashed windows, burned-out cars, and graffiti. "What's going on, Daddy?" Liko asked. "It's part of the movie," I said. "Was there a fight?" "People were angry because Harvey Milk had been killed." "Who was Harvey Milk?" "Harvey Milk was a leader who fought for the rights of people like Ezra’s mommies," I said, and paused: How could I explain this in a concrete way that he would understand? I said, "Some people think that girls shouldn’t be able to marry girls and boys shouldn’t be able to marry boys." "Why?" he asked. I stopped in my tracks. I had no idea how to answer him. Nothing I could say would make any sense to him, and I feared implying that Ezra’s mommies were somehow not normal. This was the first and only moment that I felt real rage against the supporters of Proposition 8. They claimed that they didn't want to be "forced" to explain homosexuality to their children, and yet they were forcing me to explain something far worse to my child: how fear and hate can drive us apart. Love, I realized, is easy to explain to children. Discrimination, on the other hand, is virtually impossible. On our way home that day, we stopped at Marcello's for a slice of pizza. We sat on a bench outside and ate, watching the movie crew take down the wreckage of the play-riot. "Why are they making a movie here, Daddy?" Liko asked. "Because something important happened in your neighborhood," I said. "People like Harvey Milk worked together to make the world a better place." "How is it better?" I paused again. Was America, in fact, a better place than it had been in Harvey Milk's time? Images flickered through my mind, of wars and strife and falling wages and rising unemployment and all the stupid things I’ve seen and heard in the media in my three and a half decades of life. I asked myself: What mattered most? After a moment, I came up with an answer. "It's better because back in old-fashioned days, some people were allowed to fall in love and other people weren't. Whenever you increase the amount of love in the world, Liko, it becomes a better place."
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jiminy!
2009-04-30

Reeve is going to a birthday party tonight where everyone is supposed to dress as a Disney character.

He Skyped me from his dorm room in Glasgow as he was putting together his outfit for the evening: top hat, vest, jacket w/tails, upturned starched collar, umbrella, white (exfoliating) ("Whoa! These are cool!") gloves, and . . . powder-blue Puma running shoes?

A cricket's gotta be able to jump, I guess.

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Screen shot of Jiminy holding up his foot to try to show me his swift blue shoes.

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2009-04-29
[caption id="attachment_162" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Nathaniel\'s birthday cake. Whole Foods had the skillz, I had the sixteen bills."]Nathaniel\'s birthday cake. Whole Foods had the skillz, I had the sixteen dollar bills.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_164" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Nathaniel\'s birthday present: the gnome mushroom set from www.atoygarden.com. So enchanting."]Nathaniel\'s birthday present: the gnome mushroom set from <a href=www.atoygarden.com. So enchanting." title="img_4940" width="300" height="225" class="size-medium wp-image-164" />[/caption] [caption id="attachment_165" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Birthday happiness: contagious."]Birthday happiness: contagious.[/caption]
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2009-04-29
Kice Kice organic children's clothing is having a one week only sale beginning May 9. Past season styles will be marked down 50-60% off. Current season will be marked down 20%. Kice Kice is an environmentally and socially responsible clothing line using organic fabrics and supporting fair labor practices. www.kicekice.com/shop
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little feet
2009-04-27

A bit of behind-the-scene trivia regarding the photos in our May-June 2009 piece on footbaths:

The article describes how calming it can be for young people—as well as adults, but who doesn't already know that?—to take a break from the day and soak their feet in soothing, fragrant water.

Mothering staff photographer Melyssa Holik and I lined up a photo shoot with the daughter of a staff member, bought our official footbath supplies and official footbath containers (a.k.a. salad bowls), then learned the day before the shoot that we needed to shoot in mid-morning, when the light was optimal, a time during which our model was—go figure!—in school.

In looking for a substitute, we quickly realized that not just anyone could step in on the appointed day and help us out. No, this job called for someone both available at 9:00 in the morning (just about anybody on our staff), and with very small feet. (Salad bowls, remember?) Not wanting to make anyone feel self-conscious about shoe size, Mel and I cruised the office, discreetly eyeing our coworkers' feet. . .

Happily, we didn't have to go far, and the featured feet in the footbath piece belong to Mothering Marketing Director Elizabeth Carovillano, a perfect salad-bowl-fitting size 5. Thanks, Elizabeth!

Image above is the opening spread of the article. Photo by Melyssa Holik.

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2009-04-26
We made this, and it was fun. Notes: I used solid card stock instead of patterned scrapbooking paper. Now I want to make more. It's a rather wholesome addiction, this crafting. Family Craft - Waldorf-inspired Winter Birds

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2009-04-23

cover 154. . . and mailboxes and computer screens this week: our May-June 2009 issue. Here’s a sneak peek at the cover.

The new issue has all kinds of good stuff, including Peggy O’Mara’s beautifully put-together response (and final word, in my  opinion!) to the recent Atlantic Monthly article by Hanna Rosin, “The Case Against Breastfeeding.” A text-only, online version of Peggy’s editorial is here.

And I’m particularly excited about the stunning photos we’re running in Lauren Lindsey Porter’s article on attachment parenting—”ooh factor” all over the place! More on that later. . .

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2009-04-23

Last month, during the full moon, I got a call from a very emotional Reeve. Exhausted, sad, homesick, frustrated with his performance at school. Not sure what to do with himself during the upcoming three-week break between school terms. (He'd arranged to spend several days with two of his classmates at one of their homes in England, but didn't know about the remaining two weeks.)

It was late, and I was still at work, trying to finish things up so I could go home, and I was emotional myself—aching for him but feeling that he really just needed to stop thinking and get some sleep.

Consequently, I was kind of short with him, listening for only a couple of minutes before saying bluntly, "So [rather than go out on an exotic adventure like all of us back home wish WE could] why don't you just come on home for the break?"

He rallied somewhat. "That would be pitiful, Mom."

We hung up, and I sat in the dark office and sobbed. Wishing Reeve could be happy where he was, wishing he could summon the oomph to claim this opportunity and make his upcoming spring break something he'd remember fondly. Missing him and wishing he would come home, then immediately feeling guilty for the thought.

The next day, he called to tell us he had found "hella deals" ($20!) on airline tickets! And was going to spend the last ten days of his break in Sardinia!

Sardinia? I had to look it up. (As our friend Seth put it later: "Sardinia? Is that a planet?") (For the record, Sardinia is a large island off the coast of Italy. And, no, the people who live there are not called Sardines.)

I was thrilled, of course. And proud of Reeve for taking charge and pulling out of a potential emotional tailspin. And very, very nervous about him traveling alone in a country where he barely speaks the language.

These ups and downs. I don't think the parenting books talk about how the emotional highs and lows (and the quick swing from one to the other!) of parenting continue even after a child is officially an adult. Or maybe they do, and I just wasn't paying attention.

Above: Reeve kicking back on the shores of the Mediterranean. (Photo by Reeve Taylor)

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2009-04-14
1. Greater Good (the magazine where I work as senior editor) has been nominated for another Independent Press Award in the category of "Best Social/Cultural Coverage." The new issue of Greater Good tackles the question, Why do we make art? You can read most of the essays online. 2. There is now a Wikipedia page about me. The book release party for my book The Daddy Shift will happen on Saturday, June 6, 7 pm, at Cover to Cover books on Castro St. in San Francisco. On Sunday, June 14 at 5 pm, I'll read at an event for the 'zine Rad Dad. The reading will be held at Pegasus Books, 2349 Shattuck Avenue in downtown Berkeley, CA. 3. In January 2010, WW Norton will be publishing The Compassionate Instinct, co-edited by me, Dacher Keltner, and Jason Marsh. In Spring 2010, Beacon Press will publish Are We Born Racist?, which I also co-edited. 4. Andrea Doucet, a Canadian sociologist who wrote an important academic book about stay-at-home dads, is now turning her attention to breadwinning moms. She's set up a new discussion forum for the moms, and I hope you (or your wife/partner) will join her. 5. I got mugged on April 4--my birthday!--and now I'm recovering from a concussion. Hence, the relatively long silence. Some thoughts on that later.
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2009-04-13
1. the book Healing Stories for Challenging Behavior by Susan Perrow (Hawthorn Press). As a writer, a reader, and a mom, the idea of telling stories that engage my children's imagination, vs. giving direction that engages their rational minds (which can just feel like it initiates a series of slamming doors) is quite inspiring. There are A LOT of stories in the book, but the book also talks you through creating stories for particular situations. It's like formulating an Rx for a particular ailment, on the spot, or over a few days. She talks about "story medicine." How stories can be actual medicine. I love the way that my kids relax against me when I read them bedtime stories. Their weight becomes like sleep weight--peaceful, planted where they are. Sometimes, I've ad-libbed a story in a situation that is rapidly spinning out of control--on a long car trip, or in the store. It catches their attention and gives me some leverage. They want it, too. They need me to provide a yummy place for them to go. That's why they're fussing and acting out. (Not because they're horrid beasties...although it sometimes feels that way.) I can not wait to try out some of the stories...and to repeat them...some of them are retellings of tales I remember from childhood, like the Elves and the Shoemaker. Some are ones Perrow composed, some are collected from others. I look forward to having a well-exercised and wise story generator inside myself. You can get the book at steinerbooks.com, or hunt around for a second-hand source if you want to save a few bucks. 2. Hilary Meyerson's essay "Endgame" in this spring's Brain, Child magazine, and on their website, www.brainchildmag.com. It talks about what the real point is--of exposing your kids to things like violin, ice skating, gymnastics--and that real point has nothing to do with Carnegie Hall, or cutthroat competitiveness. It has to do with having fun for fun's sake--something we all need to experience on a regular basis. 3. (Fair trade, sustainable) Shea Terra Organics...I love their Miombo Mango Shea Butter Dead Sea Salt Scrub, their Bourbon Vanilla Indigenous Shea Body Butter...both things that ready my winter skin for spring. Ay, crocodile. You know what I'm sayin'. So as I cavort around the tennis court, I can do so with glowing, revitalized limbs...all part of my goal to have fun for fun's sake. (www.sheaterraorganics.com)
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2009-04-13

In my line of work, I see a lot of baby pictures. As you can imagine. (No. Belay that. I'm not sure you can imagine . . . we're talking LOTS of baby pictures. Babies nursing, babies sleeping, crying, crawling. Cover babies, messy babies, funny babies, happy babies. . .)

Occasionally, I come across a photo where there's no denying that the baby in question is related to the mom or dad or sibling in the photo. Maybe it's an obvious physical trait, like coloring or body type, or a distinctive facial feature, like the dark eyebrows my husband and son both have—but often it's more indefinable. A mannerism or idiosyncrasy, angle of posture, gleam in eye or tilt of head . . . caught by the camera. (Photo at right of my son, Reeve, at age three, and my brother, Grant—demonstrating an uncannily similar method of mocking the photographer. Genes?)

I find this very moving. It's as if our genes are doing the familial claiming for us, whether we will it or no, or are aware of it or not. And the camera is usually pretty insistent on pointing out the genetic connection.

Anyway, this came home to me the other day—along with the realization that this "genetic claiming" or resemblance among family members can also be seen in photos of the same individual across time.

I was going through some old photos and happened upon one, taken about 40 years ago, in which my sister, Cathy, and I are dancing. I was immediately struck by how much, in the photo, Cathy at age 6 looks like her son Ian. But I was even more struck by how much, in the photo, I at age 7 look like . . . me. See for yourself. (Top photo was taken in December 2008. Bottom photo, December 1968. That's me on the right in both cases.)

I know, I know. A long, roundabout way of stating the obvious. We look like our families; we look like ourselves. Still, it's kind of fun to see it laid out so plainly via the medium of photography.

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2009-04-06
My mom is here for a week. She flew in from New York to visit and watch the kiddos while they're off during spring break. Right now they're at the playground. They've been at the playground for a good two hours. That's why grandmas rule--I don't think I've ever been able to remain at a playground for more than a half hour.
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2009-04-01
Hi... Um, April is coming in like a lion. What the...? So much for plans of early-evening tennis. The wind would blow the ball into the next court. At least I could blame it on the wind if I whomped it there...and yet...no.  So I got turned on to this really great site: www.ecosteal.com. They offer one affordable eco item until it's sold out, and then move on to a new item. The products are 40-80% off, and you can buy up to three of them, so it's one way to do holiday shopping all year long, in small, manageable increments. You can sign up for alerts so that when a new product is listed, you know right away. Right now they're offering a full-sized bamboo blanket for only $35.55 (it's usually $79).
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ted and debbie
2009-03-24

These guys make me happy. Ted and Debbie are a husband-and-wife team of photographers whose collective sense of humor and appreciation for the casual beauty in everyday living comes through in their work.

Screen shot from their website at right. (I often visit and peek at their work just for the lift it gives me.)

And their blog is here.

I found out about them years ago when I received this gift in the mail. Stamped into the top of the pencil is their URL and the instructions to "log on." Corny, yes. But I love it.

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2009-03-23
I am guilty guilty GUILTY of neglecting my blogs, including this one. I've had a lot going on with my so-called career. But mainly, I blame Facebook, which has started to suck up a startling amount of online energy. For years, I've been writing articles and blog entries on the science behind kids and violence, and recently I've felt like all those bits and pieces have started to come together into a coherent narrative. Last week I posted some notes on children and violence to my Facebook page, which drew some interesting comments from friends, including Dawn Friedman, who writes the blog This Woman's Work, and Gerard Jones, author of Killing Monsters and Men of Tomorrow. I am sharing my notes below along with reader comments--since I haven't asked anyone's permission, including Gerard's, the reader comments are anonymous. I invite your thoughts as well. Evolutionary and psychological roots of violence:
1. Violent feelings are natural, and have an evolutionary basis 2. Measured in terms of the number of acts, childhood is the most violent period of human life; as they grow humans learn to avoid violence 3. It’s an empirical fact that the vast majority of mature humans avoid real-world violence at all costs 4. A minority of humans do act violently; thus sooner or later, we are all confronted with violence 5. Imaginary violence is not the same thing as real-world violence, but it is a form of preparation for the real thing
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6. All children, boys and girls alike, need physical play 7. For young children, violent play is a form of physical play 8. Violent play exists because it is a way of dramatizing conflict and learning to control violent feelings; this is how we prepare to confront real-world violence 9. Teaching children to repress violent feelings (and violent play) is not the same thing as teaching them to control those feelings 10. Violent and scary play is a way of confronting scary things and learning about conflict in a controlled, fantasy way 11. Adults often seek to repress violent childplay because they cannot control real-life violence; thus, adults teaching children to conceal violent feelings or play is itself a kind of escapist fantasy: If we don't see the expression of violence, we imagine that it does not exist. This is a comfort; it's also delusional.
Ways for adults to foster peacefulness in children:
12. If we behave violently, so will our children; thus we adults should never, ever be violent, except in the most extreme circumstances 13. Imposing rules and limitations on violent play without repressing it helps children learn to control the expression of real-world violence; it also helps demarcate imaginary and real-world violence 14. But the real key to reducing real-world, one-on-one violence is to foster empathy and self-control 15. The best way to foster empathy and self-control is to foster the imagination (i.e., conscience) 16. Fostering imagination allows children and young adults to conceptualize and pursue pathways away from violence 17. This is something they must learn to do on their own; it’s a long-term process accomplished over many years 18. The process consists of questions, conversations, modeling, and also stories… 19. Telling developmentally appropriate stories with violence in them is one way to help this process along. For example, The Iliad is mind numbingly violent and Achilles is the most violent character in The Iliad; and yet when Achilles and Priam weep together, the consequences of violence are revealed to Achilles as well as the reader; Achilles regains his humanity and his sense of restraint. This is what matters in a story with violence in it: it must show the consequences of violence and the humanity of victims. 20. Violent stories without consequences are amoral and help foster real-world violence; this is something we should explicitly explain to children when they are old enough. 21. People need heroism; there are more ways to be heroic than to fight; children, especially boys, also need stories in which heroism is expressed in caring, nonviolent ways 22. Participating in political action (e.g., taking children to anti-war demonstrations) is also a good way to foster nonviolent ethics, by making it public and heroic
Selected, edited reader comments to the original note:
1. Am particularly taken with #19 (hadn't thought of Achilles's "redemption" quite like that), #20 (YESYESYES. If only Hollywood could hear you!) and #21 Can't just say no to a naturally occurring, evolutionarily-based inclination, must alchemize/channel it toward positive release.) 2. This makes me think of Rudolph Steiner's ideas about how imagination is crucial to the development of empathy and how fairytales and myths play into that. 3. I was very influenced by reading Who's Calling the Shots when we were grappling with our then-4-year old's interest in having a toy gun. It allowed me to ease up on trying to control N---'s play while still keeping a discussion open about our values. (As an aside, it's influenced how I'm handling Barbie with my daughter, too.) 4. I'm conflicted on this. I don't really think violence is "natural" for little kids. I think some kids are more physical than others, that there's a range, but violence as we understand it includes the intention to do harm, knowing the consequences of our physical acts, and i'm not sure little kids have that. That said, i totally agree with your point about empathy, not necessarily because of violence but because empathy is the foundation for social justice. 5. Part of the problem here is that we all use "violence" freely but rarely talk about what we mean by it. By this definition, no, violence isn't natural. But it's become common to refer to kids' make-believe shoot 'em ups and swordfighting as "violent play" and superhero cartoons as "violent entertainment." The "V word" has become a common way to politicize and dominate discussions. 6. Funny you should bring this up; just today I was watching a group of four-year-old boys engage in a series of imaginary superhero playfights that three times out of five turned into real fights, in the sense that excitement escalated and one of them ended up really hitting and one of them got really upset about it. Was it violence? I say yes, definitely, and I know that most researchers who study violence in children would consider it to be violence as well, albeit of the impulsive childlike variety. Context is everything: I don't think these little kids were being violent in the same sense that, say, a drug dealer is violent, or, for that matter, a policeman making an arrest or a soldier on a battlefield--in fact, each of those contexts--the motivation, the intention, the situation--are different, and produce different types of violence with different levels of potential for harm. 7. This is one reason some over-controlling (frightened) adults want to eliminate kids' rough play. Pretty common for some kid to go too far and some other kid to get hurt or mad. But that's one of the ways we learn boundaries and self-control. You hit your friend for real and the play date ends. It's a great way to learn where fantasy stops and reality starts. Too bad adults sometimes have such a hard time distinguishing between their own fear-based fantasies and their kids' realities...
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2009-03-18

Mothering's webmama just posted a tutorial by Amanda Blake Soule, a.k.a. SouleMama, one of the crafty mama bloggers featured in our March-April issue. Learn to make bookmarks like the ones shown here out of your child's drawings.  Photo courtesy of www.SouleMama.com 

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2009-03-18

Mogwai. "Cosmic" post rock, per AllMusic—and I agree. Their sound is big and lush, if not galactic. Kings of the slow build. . .

Would love to wax eloquent about them, but magazine layout awaits, so I'll just say their wall of sound does wonders for my brain.

Meanwhile, here's a 2006 video/interview* filmed in their hometown of Glasgow. Check it out.

Photo of the band courtesy of Mogwai.co.uk

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*"Have you ever felt the time is now for Mogwai?"

"I think I've felt that the time is soon, but I've never felt the time is now. . . Such unabashed optimism would probably render me useless to the world."

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2009-03-16

Or INaction. Today, instead of my usual early-morning hike with Tim up the hill to his workplace and a run down the hill to the gym, my athletic activity has comprised sitting up.

After a nightlong struggle to hang on to the bed and not lose any body parts through the threatening outheaval, I'm grateful to simply have the world around me sit still. Which is good, since we've got a magazine to make and deadlines to meet.

On the up side, I've found that, when I'm in Migraine Land, my subconscious often shows up and negotiates creative solutions to design problems impermeable to my conscious brain. Could use such a miracle today . . .

# Photo I snagged yesterday of a mask atop a wall on the way in to Mothering.
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validation?
2009-03-13

Reeve (on the phone, calling from Glasgow): "Hi, Mom. I just need some validation. Do you remember over Christmas holidays when I said I wanted to put a moratorium on buying  new clothes?"

Laura: "No . . ." Reeve: "O.K. Gotta go. Love you!" Still not really sure what just happened. . .
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and one more
2009-03-13

Crafty mama, I mean. And not just crafty: this one is sneaky, as well. Quietly hiding behind the aforementioned (last post) cover story is writer Jean Van’t Hul, who, come to find out, is herself an artist and mother and blogger extraordinaire. Who knew!

Take a look at Jean's blog here, and be sure to check out her March 2 post: An Activity a Day for March.

That's right. 31 things for Jean to make and do with her three-year-old daughter, Maia. Cool things like making tissue-paper candle holders, starting a nature journal, making and playing with clean mud, baking soft pretzels, and, my favorite, one I've never done except inadvertently: germinating grocery store products.

Photos (from Jean's blog): Maia shapes some dough for a yummy soft pretzel like this one.

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2009-03-13

Our May-June cover story, written by Jean Van’t Hul, features five Midas-like mamas who go about their lives transforming the everyday into the breathtaking. To gaze upon their creations is to be first awestruck, then inspired. (And endearing them to me all the more is the fact that these woman are all talented photographers.)

Here they are, with links to their blogs and web sites.

1. Sally Shim. A mom of two who favors handmade goods for their originality, she often makes things herself because she just can’t find what she’s looking for in stores.

Check out Sally's slideshow on how to appliqué on Mothering.com.

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2. Amanda Blake Soule is the author of The Creative Family: How to Encourage Imagination and Nurture Family Connections, mother of four, and blogger known to many as SouleMama. Amanda's studio (see photo at right)—let alone the things she creates there—makes me want to go and make stuff.

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3. Eren San Pedro says that rag rugs provide a way for her to stay connected to her grandmother—and to reuse stuff around the house. “I have one I’m working on right now that’s very much a family thing—I’m using my dad’s old blue jeans, my grandfather’s work pants, and some of the kids’ old bedsheets.”

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4. Amy Karol is a mixed-media artist, quilter, mom to three girls, and the author of Bend the Rules Sewing: The Essential Guide to a Whole New Way to Sew. Shown here is a place-setting she made that even I, eschewer of all things dinner party (I refused to register when I got married, throwing all dining-related wedding gifts into the closet in my old room at home so my mom could have backup china, silver, and stemware as needed), could love.

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5. Stephanie Congdon Barnes finds much of her inspiration from nature, replicating out of cloth the things she and her two children find outside their home in Oregon.

Her book of photographs (a collaboration with artist  Maria Alexandra Vettese is A Year of Mornings—3191 Miles Apart: A Photographic Collaboration.

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Photos by Sally Shim, Amanda Soule, Erin San Pedro, Amy Karol, and Stephanie Congdon Barnes.

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2009-03-10
So, today we've been really busy working on plans for an upcoming support rally we're holding with our sister organization on March 18th (details below).  We're working with a woman who was denied health insurance coverage for an out-of-hospital birth (in her case, homebirth) by the SEIU.  Home birth and birth center birth are affected, and we know we have to work together to make sure we preserve as many options as we can so that mother can chose what's best for themselves.  
We're planning a support rally for her for the actual appeal hearing, but we want to show that there is national support for this coverage - please sign the below petition and we'll be sure that the SEIU hears your voice!
Petition:
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Contact:             Kelly Renn, kelly @ choicesinchildbirth.org  212-867-9646

MEDIA ADVISORY

RALLY OUTSIDE SEIU ON WEDNESDAY, MARCH 18TH 

IN SUPPORT OF HEALTH COVERAGE FOR HOME BIRTH

Afternoon Hearing Will Determine Coverage for Union Employee’s Wife; New York State Law Covers But SEIU Rejects

NEW YORK – Choices in Childbirth, a New York City nonprofit that helps women make informed maternity decisions, is holding a rally to support a 3:00 PM hearing for Julie Finefrock. Ms. Finefrock is six months pregnant and medically eligible for a home-birth, which she has chosen for herself and her baby, but for which she has been denied coverage by the Service Employees International Union (SEIU). Ms. Finefrock’s husband is an SEIU employee and she is appealing her denial of coverage.

Under New York state law, Ms. Finefrock would have the benefit of medical insurance coverage, yet SEIU, because it provides a self-insured health policy to its members, has found a loophole to exclude coverage for planned homebirth care via the Employee Retirement Income Support Act (ERISA).  This federal law sets minimum standards for retirement and health benefit plans in private industry. Ms. Finefrock is asking SEIU to give her parity with non-union NY State residents and allow her to choose the medical care that evidence has shown is both safer and more economical than hospital birth.

Choices in Childbirth has unfortunately found a growing number of self-insured corporations using this ERISA loophole.  It is Choices in Childbirth’s belief that New York State residents deserve equal coverage regardless of their employment situation, and encourages the SEIU to support appropriate maternity care in line with that of New York State law.

WHAT: Rally in support of appeal to the SEIU to cover home births, as New York State law permits

WHERE: Outside SEIU 32BJ, 101 Avenue of the Americas

WHEN: Wednesday, March 18th at 11:30–1:30; hearing is at 3 pm

Choices in Childbirth

At Choices in Childbirth, our mission is to improve maternity care by providing the public, especially childbearing women and their families, with the information necessary to make fully informed decisions relating to how, where, and with whom they will give birth. www.choicesinchildbirth.org.

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Introduction
2009-03-09
It's ambitious. Highlights:
  • Expand the Earned Income Tax Credit: In both the Illinois State Senate and the U.S. Senate, Obama championed efforts to expand the EITC, which is one of the most successful anti-poverty programs to date. President Obama will reward work by increasing the number of working parents eligible for EITC benefits, increasing the benefit available to parents who support their children through child support payments, and reducing the EITC marriage penalty which hurts low-income families. Under the Obama-Biden plan, full-time workers making minimum wage will get an EITC benefit up to $555, more than three times greater than the $175 benefit they get today. If the workers are responsibly supporting their children on child support, the Obama-Biden plan will give those workers a benefit of $1,110.
  • Extend Paid Sick Days to All Workers: Half of all private sector workers have no paid sick days and the problem is worse for employees in low-paying jobs, where less than a quarter receive any paid sick days. Barack Obama and Joe Biden will require that employers provide seven paid sick days per year.
  • Expand the Family and Medical Leave Act (FMLA): The FMLA covers only certain people who work for employers with 50 or more employees. Barack Obama and Joe Biden will expand the FMLA to cover businesses with 25 or more employees, and to cover more purposes including allowing: leave for workers who provide elder care; 24 hours of leave each year for parents to participate in their children's academic activities at school; leave for workers who care for individuals who reside in their home for 6 months or more; and leave for employees to address domestic violence and sexual assault.
  • Encourage States to Adopt Paid Leave: President Barack Obama will initiate a 50 state strategy to encourage all of the states to adopt paid-leave systems. Obama and Biden will provide a $1.5 billion fund to assist states with start-up costs and to help states offset the costs for employees and employers.
  • Expand the Child and Dependent Care Tax Credit: The Child and Dependent Care Tax Credit provides too little relief to families that struggle to afford child care expenses. Barack Obama and Joe Biden will reform the Child and Dependent Care Tax Credit by making it refundable and allowing low-income families to receive up to a 50 percent credit for their child care expenses.
  • Protect Against Caregiver Discrimination: Workers with family obligations often are discriminated against in the workplace. Barack Obama and Joe Biden will commit the government to enforcing recently-enacted Equal Employment Opportunity Commission guidelines on caregiver discrimination.
  • Expand Flexible Work Arrangements: Barack Obama and Joe Biden will address this concern by creating a program to inform businesses about the benefits of flexible work schedules for productivity and establishing positive workplaces; helping businesses create flexible work opportunities; and increasing federal incentives for telecommuting. Obama and Biden will also make the federal government a model employer in terms of adopting flexible work schedules and permitting employees to petition to request flexible arrangements.
  • Strengthen Fatherhood and Families: Barack Obama has re-introduced the Responsible Fatherhood and Healthy Families Act to remove some of the government penalties on married families, crack down on men avoiding child support payments, ensure that support payments go to families instead of state bureaucracies, fund support services for fathers and their families, and support domestic violence prevention efforts. President Obama will sign this bill into law and continue to implement innovative measures to strengthen families.
  • Support Parents with Young Children: Barack Obama and Joe Biden will expand programs like the successful Nurse-Family Partnership to all low-income, first-time mothers. The Nurse-Family Partnership provides home visits by trained registered nurses to low-income expectant mothers and their families. Researchers at the Federal Reserve Bank of Minneapolis concluded that these programs produced an average of five dollars in savings for every dollar invested and produced more than $28,000 in net savings for every high-risk family enrolled in the program. The Obama-Biden plan will assist approximately 570,000 first-time mothers each year.
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2009-03-09
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It's snowing!
2009-03-09
March is coming in like a lemon bar. Lots of sunny yummy tennis weather, and then a sugary dusting of snow over everything this morning. But what will it go out like? I just found this amazing paper-maker on one of my favorite craft websites: http://www.poppytalkhandmade.com/gallery12 It's called cake + milk paperie. Baked goods on the brain, as usual.
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Sexy/Mom
2009-03-06
I just wanted to take a moment to shout out to the amazing staff at Babeland, ("sex toys for a passionate world"), and especially co-owner Claire Cavanah.  A birth center working with a sex toy shop?  Indeed - change the word "birth" to the word "sex" and we're having the same conversation, discussing normal, healthy events in our lives that have too often been marginalized or made taboo. After the success of our fall event Women Come First (isn't that a great name??) we teamed up with the Brooklyn Babeland store to host the monthly Sexy Moms series.  We are so thrilled to have the opportunity to discuss issues of desire, parenthood, pregnancy, and connections to ourselves as women and mothers and we're grateful to Babeland for providing the venue and the support.
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Introduction
it's a...
2009-03-04
book. I've had a girl, I've had a boy, and now it looks like I birthed a book. Even more population-popping than the octuplets mom, this book includes 28 babies--I mean essays, by 28 different writers. Steeping in the awesome vibes at Mothering has informed the book so much. I've been lucky enough to include the essays of three Mothering writers, Ame Solomon, Sally Blakemore and Kathleen Wiebe, in the selection. The book is called Ask Me About My Divorce: Women Open Up About Moving On (Seal Press). As I like to say, "When life gave me divorce, I made a divorce book," with the subtext that I turned lemons into lemonade. More than that, I found that I was better able to transcend the circumstances and the wear-and-tear of the admittedly often painful process by sticking to the present moment that I was in, and not getting swept away in the undertow of the stigma of the d-word. Would I be a better mother to my children if I decided to become a guilty shell of my former self, or a person who went through something tough and came out the other side stronger and more grounded? That would be choice b.  The book came out of the desire to reframe divorce as the rite of passage that it can be for a woman and for a family. Two years ago, in the first blurry fortnight of moving into a different house, I stopped at the video store and got a 20-year-old Ramona Quimby video for the kids. I thought it would be completely wholesome and free of creepy commercialism and whatnot. I frankly needed to go to my bedroom and cry. But, when I came out, the episode that was playing was a nightmare dream sequence where Ramona goes to sleep after her parents have a tiff at the dinner table. In the dream, the footage was black and white. A Vincent Price-esque voice over intoned, "Divorce! Divooooorce! Divoooooooooooorce" as the house shook as if in an earthquake, and all four family members walked off in four different directions, each with a suitcase, the house dark behind them, its windows x-ed out with tape. And then Ramona woke up from her bad dream, and the parents were totally chummy again, and the bad dream dissolved, and the credits rolled. Lovely. Exactly what my kids needed to see right then. NOT!!! So we had a discussion about it. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. How that was an example of all the associations that divorce summoned. It needed a reframing. It is a ship, but it is not the barnacles that have clung to its hull over the past century. The barnacles needed to be scraped off so we could see it for what it was, and see our selves and our family for what we were and where we were going...and have the smoothest possible transition to the other side. It blessed me so much to read the submissions that were sent to me between then and now. I wasn't alone. So many women felt like I did and wanted to share their stories of transcendence and positive change. Kathleen Wiebe talks about coming to a place of peace about shared custody, and her increased joy in the necessary mindfulness being present to her children now includes. Ame Solomon shares how her divorce led her to pursue midwifery, and how being present to childbirth's "pain with a purpose" healed her as the strength within herself rose up to meet that which she witnessed in women engaged in labor. Sally Blakemore gives us a confidante's front row seat into what it was like to get divorced in the early sixties, when a woman couldn't even get a credit card without a husband to make her legit. And my story is in there, too. Another contributor asked me if I was going to write an essay. "I don't know." "What's stopping you?" "Fear," I answered, "And the pain of revisiting that time." But how could I shirk it when confronted with everyone else's unstinting bravery? So I wrote one, too. This is getting long for a blog entry, so I'll stop here. The book comes out in June, but you can pre-order it on amazon.com at http://www.amazon.com/Ask-Me-About-My-Divorce/dp/1580052762/ref=sr_1_1?i... You can also become a fan at its facebook fan page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ask-Me-About-My-Divorce-Women-Open-Up-Abou... It lists events, updates, and will soon include blogs from the essayists.   Now my son wants to know, "Why don't you do a book called Ask Me About My Wedding ?" And boy, is that a story.
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Puppet Show
2009-03-04
My son is a funny combination of a morning person and a morning grouch. He hops out of bed before any of us, but is most prone to be in a skutchy* mood. He is not an early bird who is cheerful. Oh no. He is an early bird who is truculent and absolutely sure that he gets less cereal in his bowl than his sister does, no matter how much I strive for visual parity.  It doesn't exactly make our mornings flow more harmoniously. However, when I woke him up yesterday, I absentmindedly picked up his plush wolf puppet (I think it's a Folkmanis), and let the wolf wake him up. Soon the wolf was attempting to dance with his penguin, and being an absolute goofball...Nathaniel woke up with a GRIN on his face. His good mood lasted all the way till school dropoff. I have no idea how long it endured, but yeah. Morning laughter. Good. I think Wolfie will wake him up, or greet him first, from now on.   *skutch (n.), skutchy (adj): pronounced with oo as in book. Walsh family term for irascible/touchy. May also be a word others use. If so, let me know : )
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2009-03-04
I turned my blog entry here into an op-ed for the British Guardian newspaper, on how the recession could affect fathers and fatherhood. Many of the comments are interestingly hostile, resisting the idea that fathers can or should be anything but breadwinners. A friend of mine observed "that the negative commenters' real problem is with the economic realities that make a single-income household economically precarious, rather than with a dad staying home after, say, being laid off. But somehow it's easier to object to a social more than an economic one. i.e. easier to lambast the stay-at-home dad than the economic absurdities that forced him to be home (as opposed to a system that would allow him to choose to stay home)." Which is absolutely right on, in my view. Some news for those living in the Bay Area: I'll be running a workshop for expectant and new parents on father involvement at UC Berkeley: "Come explore how new fathers and mothers can equally share in the joys and burdens of parenthood. Emphasis will be placed on successful co-parenting relationships and in understanding and overcoming obstacles to father involvement. Enroll at the UCB Learning Center by calling 510-642-7883 or emailing careserv@uhs.berkeley.edu." Spread the word to those who might benefit!
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our new baby
2009-03-03

. . . is out and about and on newsstands now!

The baby on the cover, shot by photographer Michelle Dupont of Tasmania, Australia, is Maive McDowell, also of Tasmania. She's wearing a cap that Michelle knitted—very fitting for an issue where we're featuring five fun and funky homecrafting bloggers.

Michelle's a crafty blogging mama (of six!) herself. Check out her blog and more of her stunning photography here.

Oh, and that pattern for Maive’s hat (called the Pilot's Cap)? It's here.

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2009-03-03

. . . on the "off month" of February. I call it that, even though there's plenty to do around here, work-wise. Emotionally, it feels like a month off after the stressful pace of putting out a magazine.

But now that it's March, we're back into production mode, heading toward the May-June issue. . .

 

Photo from Saturday's walk in downtown Santa Fe.

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banner time!
2009-02-25

Just got our new eco-friendly banners back from the printer. The banners themselves are biodegradable, but our favorite part is the bamboo stands. The banners retract into beautiful bamboo boxes, made from 90% renewable resources, according to the manufacturer, Megagraphix.

Why bamboo? Here's what they say:

"As the fastest growing plant on the planet, this low impact agro-forestry product is finding increasing use as a versatile industrial material. With a maturity cycle of 3-4 years, bamboo can be a viable replacement for wood or metal components and provides a critical component in the balance of oxygen and carbon dioxide in the atmosphere."

The banners are going with several of our gang to Anaheim for Expo West next month. Stop by and check them out if you go.

Above: Marketing Director Elizabeth Carovillano demonstraes the scale of the banners while modeling one of our new Mothering aprons. (Apologies for the poor-quality cell phone shots. Sometimes you have to take what's available!)

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2009-02-25
[From an op-ed in progress...] It's a new media trend: Since 80 percent of people laid off in the recession have been guys, pundits and journalists are asking themselves if this will cause men to do more at home. More women as breadwinners and more men at home is "a thought to file under 'let's try to find a silver lining,' " writes Lisa Belkin at the New York Times Slate's Emily Bazelon takes a dimmer view, imagining "a family with a husband rattling around the house, unemployed and unsettled about it, while his wife keeps working but brings home a paycheck that's less than half the income the two of them used to make together." Over in the United Kingdom--which is experiencing the same kind of downturn as we are here--Liberal Democrat leader Nick Clegg triggered a firestorm of criticism for suggesting that men losing jobs should "re-invent" themselves as stay-at-home dads, and "that unemployment could have a 'liberating effect' on outdated views about what was men's work." He's been accused of emasculating British industrial workers. Perhaps Clegg, a politician, might be criticized for having a politically tin ear, but he's absolutely correct: economic downturns can open up new possibilities for men, and this recession is likely to have a huge effect on gender relations. During the Great Depression, unemployment would utterly destroy men, because their entire identities were based on their jobs and their ability to support families. At the same time, however, widespread unemployment had the ironic effect of allowing more caring and cooperative conceptions of fatherhood to gain a hearing. According to a study by historian Ralph LaRossa and colleagues, more books and magazine articles in the Great Depression promoted the idea of the "New Father" than at any other time before or since. "Measuring virality and manliness in ways that were independent of whether one had a job [served] to counterbalance the emasculating effects of the Depression," writes LaRossa. And as more men were tossed out of work, more women found jobs. The number of married women working outside the home almost tripled from 1900 to the middle of the Depression; women zoomed from being less than 3 percent of clerical workers at the end of the 19th century to being more than half in the Depression. Incomes rose accordingly. Women's employment and incomes continued to grow throughout the 40s and, yes, even the 50s--and expanded straight through the 70s and 80s, when men's economic prospects started to dim. It's no accident that the hero of the 1982 film Mr. Mom--which marked the film debut of the stay-at-home dad--was a laid-off autoworker named Jack. Had Mr. Mom been made in the 1930s, it would have been a tear-jerking melodrama: Jack would have sunk into alcoholism and domestic violence while his wife endured the humiliation of employment. But a lot had changed in America between the time of the Great Depression and Mr. Mom. Ultimately, Jack masters househusbandry while his wife becomes a successful ad executive. When their identities as breadwinners are destroyed by economic instability, argues Mr. Mom, men must do exactly what Nick Clegg suggests, and reinvent themselves as caregivers. Moreover, the film suggests that men ought to support their wives' career aspirations, a startling departure from the past. In the face of today's financial disasters, women are economically stronger than ever and men's identities are much more diverse. Since 1965, according to several empirical studies, men's time with children has tripled. Since 1995, it has doubled. So has the number of stay-at-home dads. Researchers are finding that even low-income and chronically unemployed men are finding meaning and satisfaction in taking care of kids--whereas in the past, they would consciously reject those roles. As motherhood has shifted to include careers, the definition of fatherhood has shifted from pure breadwinning to one that encompasses both breadwinning and caregiving. I call it "the daddy shift." A bad economy is bad for mothers, fathers, and children--and, indeed, everyone. None of us can wave a magic wand and bring our jobs and a healthy economy back; for many of us, life is about to become very hard. But the history of the American family teaches us that we can grow stronger in the places where we have been broken. The key, research reveals, is for mothers and fathers to cultivate loving relationships with each other, and to prize time with children. That can be hard to do when you don't know how you're going to pay the mortgage, and yet we are even worse off when we lose each other as well as the house. When journalist Ta-Nehisi Coates (author of the remarkable memoir The Beautiful Struggle) was laid off from Time magazine in 2007, he became a stay-at-home dad. "You know, getting laid off is always a difficult thing, but it gave me back time with my son," Ta-Nehisi told me in an interview for my forthcoming book, The Daddy Shift. "That's absolutely huge. I guess not making much money would trouble me, if I felt I wasn't a very good father. If you are a man who thinks that what you bring to a relationship is economic power and that's it, then I guess that would trouble you." America can learn from Ta-Nehisi. Couples that can support each other and focus on care survive recessions; couples that don't--who allow stress and despair to take over their family lives--break apart. I would argue that the role reversals American families are experiencing can be a source of strength, and an evolutionary adaptation to a global economy that is intrinsically unstable and technology-based. When the right values are in place, families can survive economic downturns intact, and sometimes even thrive.
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Uncategorized
2009-02-25
I collaborated with Texas-based DadLabs to develop a new video on the hormonal changes men experiences when their partners become pregnant. You can watch it here: Do Men Get Pregnant, Too?
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polly becker
2009-02-20

I've been admiring the work of Polly Becker for years. I have always loved assemblage, and Polly takes it to a strikingly evocative level with her use of old photos and vintage odds and ends. The woman wields a mean metaphor (cf. these images from her web site).

I finally got the opportunity to ask her to illustrate for us when I found what seemed to be a match for her work: an article on work-at-home moms which we'll be running in our March-April issue—and was thrilled to learn that she's a work-at-home mom herself—who said she'd long been interested in creating work for Mothering.

Keep an eye out . . .

 

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after the storm
2009-02-20
Oh, my. Made it through the messy rush of getting the March-April issue to the printer two weeks ago Friday, then got a call from Reeve Saturday—saying he'd just finished the last of his opera performances and had a high fever and what should he do? Thus began a week of anxious phone calls and Skype sessions. Stomach flu. Fever. Diarrhea. Anxiety. Difficulty breathing. Sleeplessness. (On both sides of the ocean.) And the awareness (also on both sides of the ocean) that over-the-phone mothering is a poor substitute for the real thing. Alone in his spinning bed in his room on the fourth floor in downtown Glasgow. Trying to figure out whom he could ask for help, which friends and flat-mates could run to the store and get him analgesic, antacid, chicken broth, ginger ale. Insert here a modern-day tale of across-the-miles and right-next-door technology: At one point several days into it, Reeve thought maybe he should try to eat something but didn't feel he could ask another favor of the same classmates he had asked before. Earlier that day, he posted his status on Facebook as "really ill." While I was talking with Reeve via Skype, I noticed that the Albanian student in the room next to his, Miranda, had commented on his status, saying he should let her know if he needed anything. When I suggested he ask Miranda for help, he said he couldn't, he didn't have her phone number and wasn't sure it was in good form to bang on the wall. I reminded him he could contact her via Facebook. He did, and she brought him soup right away. Finally, he started feeling better, but then, as he emerged from the week of sickness, wobbly but lucid, talk turned to that midterm music history essay that was due TODAY, unless he produced the doctor's excuse required for an extension. Only problem there: he hadn't known doctor's excuses were necessary, hadn't gone to the doctor during the week he was sick. ("I'm an American—we don't go to the doctor for the flu!") But, since he didn't have an essay and really needed the extension, he made a trip to the doctor's office and begged, pleading ignorance of the system. The kindly doc said something to the effect of "This is not the way we usually do things, but just this once. . ." and produced the excuse. So then there were the many and long conversations about the paper, the first major one required of him this year. "I can't do this! I'll never get this done. I'm an idiot!" Seeing his life in ruins before him, etc. But bit by bit, he got there, finally found aspects of the topic to get excited about and got it done. And managed to get in a full night's sleep before turning it in. So now, finally, all is calm. The magazine made it to the press on time. Reeve weathered the flu and got back on his feet by himself, with a little help from his new friends. Got excused from classes retroactively, got his paper written and turned in on time. . . I'm grateful.
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living, momdom
2009-02-18
Last month, I posted a review of Malcolm Gladwell's new book Outliers: The Story of Success that provoked a lively discussion over at my blog Daddy Dialectic. Gladwell argues that early cultivation (such as actively managing a child's education and providing her with a range of experiences and learning opportunities) is crucial to later success in life. It also helps quite a lot, he argues, to help children learn to speak up for themselves and confidently interact with adults. While Gladwell is guilty of a certain amount of reductionism and success-worship, his argument, in my view, is ultimately a hopeful and egalitarian one: success is the product of environment more than anything else, and we can help all children to succeed by  equalizing their opportunities in life. We can do this by providing early childhood education and well-funded public school systems, as well as universal health care, among other programs. However, some readers seemed to feel that active cultivation of a child's education and talent "ultimately produces selfish, self-absorbed adults who are out of touch with most of humanity," as one commentator put it. In the minds of these readers, "concerted cultivation" is the equivalent of the dreaded "helicopter parenting," wherein privileged moms and dads over-schedule their kids and push them to succeed at the expense of empathy and social intelligence. But that doesn't follow at all, and I actually think this belief misses something important about why inequality continues to grow in America. It may very well be the case the middle- and upper-class children are more prone to be "selfish" and "self-absorbed"--although, honestly, I've seen those qualities, as well as others like kindness and understanding, pop up among members of virtually every social class. Belief in the intrinsic depravity and inhumanity of educated people goes hand-in-hand with a powerfully felt anti-intellectualism and social resentment. (Another commentator suggested--tongue in cheek?--that the children of the educated classes should all be sent to Maoist reeducation camps!) The fact remains that early education and attention to a child's well-being leads to many good outcomes in life, and also for society. Some of these are material--more income and wealth--but some are not, including increased likelihood that they will get married and stay married, and stay out of jail. These are empirical facts. And it's a fact that when children's health and educational needs aren't met, inequality grows, and bad things happen. Really bad things: rising crime rates and incarceration, declining innovation, and shorter lives, to name a few. What happens when societies make comprehensive commitments to the health and education of children--in other words, when concerted cultivation becomes public policy? Take a look at this graph: [caption id="attachment_282" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Source: http://yglesias.thinkprogress.org/"]http://yglesias.thinkprogress.org/[/caption] The huge difference in child poverty rates between the United States and almost everywhere else in the developed world, especially Northern European countries, is not accidental. It's the product of decades of diverging social policies, as well as different philosophies of education. In the twenty-first century, it's better to be educated (and by that I mean, have at least a B.A.) than not, cosmopolitan instead of provincial. It's better to read books instead of watching TV, and to learn more than one language. It's better when governments rely on science instead of superstition to make policy, and it's better for them to be secular instead of religious. This is not an issue of rich vs. poor. Instead it pits social development against neglect and underdevelopment. I'm not a relativist. I think embracing these values, as individuals and a society, will give my son a better life. That some people might think I'm a snob for saying that education is good and ignorance is bad just illustrates how frighteningly neurotic some parts of America have become. And I think that adopting these policies will actually decrease the hyperventilating anxiety I described in my original post, which causes, for example, some parents (of all social classes, not just the most privileged) to hold their kids back a year so that they can beat out other kids in academics and athletics, which becomes a kind of vicious cycle as others try to keep up. Creating a situation of functionality and equality will reduce the craziness we see in places like San Francisco, where parents live (with cause) in fear that their kids' life chances will diminish if they end up in the wrong school. To put it a different way, let's stop blaming parents (and teachers) for struggling to make the best of the system. Instead, let's change the system. Liberal and conservative alike, we Americans too often forget that our children are the poorest in the developed world.  Liberals and progressives blame conservative social policies, but as the comments at Daddy Dialectic reveal, there's enough blame to go around. While we've wasted time worrying about strawmen--like, for example, "helicopter parents"--we've neglected our school system to the point where many districts are on the brink of disaster, and some are disasters. More than just time, we are wasting talent and lives, and there's no excuse for it. (Incidentally, if you'd like to read a superb overview of what public policies have fueled  America's rising rate of child poverty and Europe's falling rate, see Jody Heymann's 2006 book, Forgotten Families.)
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chicken, little
2009-02-12
So, I've really been trying to stretch my grocery dollar. I can be guilty of spending more on recipe ingredients than I would on going out to a restaurant. Lately I've been trying to see how little I can spend, and I've even come back to clipping an old college love, coupons.  Lately, I buy one package of boneless chicken thighs and make two dinners out of them. You can also use chicken breasts, or tofu. I know chicken breasts are more popular, but I prefer the moistness and tenderness of dark meat. Saturday, we braised the chicken in a mixture of chicken broth and a can of diced tomatoes, with liberal use of dried basil, oregano, and black pepper. We ate it over brown basmati rice with wilted baby spinach, yum! Sunday, we marinated the chicken in a mixture of peanut butter, soy sauce, green onions, chicken broth, and lemon juice. Then, we braised the chicken in the sauce and had it over jasmine rice with...the rest of the spinach.  The week before, we had chicken breasts provencale-style, with roasted onions, olives, and roasted fresh tomatoes, with lots of garlic and broth...over barley, with baby green salad on the side. I imagine I will get sick of chicken breasts at some point, but I'm not looking forward to that day.
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2009-02-04

Before we get to far, I wanted to formally introduce you to the project that has been consuming many people's time over the last five years!  The New Space for Women’s Health is improving the quality of health care for all women in New York City by establishing an independent, center for birth, breastfeeding, and women’s health care. We envision empowering consumers to make infomed choices, have a healthy and satisfactory birth and post-partum care, and changing the conversation around women's healthcare.

New York City became home to the first independent birth center in the United States in 1975.  First as a pilot project of the Maternity Center Association and then as the Elizabeth Seton Childbearing Center (“ESCbC”), birth center midwives provided personalized, respectful care to women and families.  At the two centers, midwives welcomed over 7,000 babies into the world and provided countless families with breastfeeding support, childbirth education, postpartum support groups and a strong sense of community.

ESCbC closed its doors on September 1, 2003 due to a number of management issues, including liability insurance costs and a lack of support from the new administration of the hospital that owned the Center.  On the eve of the closure, the New Space for Women’s Health grew from the desire to keep the independent birth center option, and a healthy, safe and empowering experience, alive in Manhattan.

The New Space has been successful in raising money and reaching donors who have been attracted by our clear plans, the strategic guidance of our leadership, and the obvious need for our existence in New York City.  Our research indicates that our facility will be operating at capacity very quickly, and donors have indicated their long-term support.  However, our critical need is immediate: we must secure leadership gifts to enable this project to commence.

In 2005, a generous and committed donor offered the New Space a 15-year lease on a 7,000 square foot space on West 30th Street in Manhattan.  Since then we have welcomed to our board finance professionals, nonprofit managers, lawyers, entrepreneurs, producers and philanthropists to our core group of midwives and healthcare professionals.  We are now working to fundraise the capital necessary to build a center that will care for over 20,000 women a year, including 1,200 births, and are slated to open in 2011. 

We are, of course, always looking for volunteers and advocates!  If you are interested in getting involved, you are welcome to contact me at becca [at] newspacenyc.org and we'll work together to figure out a way you can be involved. 

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2009-02-02
When the phone rings, it's usually a regular business call.  Unless it's the last week of the month, when we start getting incessant calls from the bar association, making sure, for the umpteenth time, that I am properly listed in the directory (and no, I don't want to buy a copy).  But these days, we've been hearing from more and more pregnant women, calling because maybe, just maybe, we're actually open, and if not, could someone please help with her insurance company? We're used to the "can you recommend an XYZ provider in Brooklyn" calls - in fact, we really enjoy being helpful in such a immediate, one-on-one way.  In a world of phone trees, we're happy to be the friendly voice.  But, these insurance calls are coming more frequently, and one issue has risen to the top: In the last few weeks we've gotten a number of calls from women who are covered by self-insured health insurance policies (often multi-national corporations or unions).  And many of these policies exclude out-of-hospital birth, going so far as to claim, in once instance, that it was an "experimental" procedure.   I'm not sure how else to put this, except that these exclusions just make no sense.  Health and financial outcomes are better when low-risk birth is moved out of a hospital setting.  These company policies are costing - you guessed it - the companies.  These policies are not driven by the bottom line or concern for what's best for mom and baby.   Coincidence or trend?  We're still collecting information, but if you have a story about a self-insured policy issuing a denial for out-of-hospital birth (birth center or homebirth) we'd love to hear from you.  We're working on the best strategy to deal with the issue, and will keep everyone updated.
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2009-01-30
Honorée had a fever last night, poor budgie. At one point she said, "Mom, the bed feels like it keeps on getting higher and higher, and it's scary." I rubbed her feet with lavender and peppermint oil...at around midnight, I gave her a bath infused with peppermint, lavender, and Young Living Thieves oil blend. She noticed that she was now as long as the tub. That's a big moment, isn't it? Her eyes seemed huge in her small white face, but she had a certain placidity. I never enjoy being sick but there's something about fevers that feels very enlightening and related to altered states of consciousness. Purifying, raising the temperature to drive out what is not the essence. In Sanskrit, tapasya means "heat," and is used to describe spiritual ecstasy, spiritual suffering, and "essential energy." This morning, she woke up chatty, famished and thirsty, and ate dry Mighty Bites cereal faster than I wanted her to. She had a brief, low flare-up of fever and then mellowed out again.  It was hard for me to fall asleep because I was worried about her. I came in at one point and put my hand on her chest to feel the rise and fall of her breathing. I used to do it when she was a baby, but haven't done it much lately. Sometimes, to me, being a mother feels like being at an amusement park five minutes before it closes. So much there, so much to do, so much I want to be present to but as I am present, I become aware of what I have not been present to in the past, what I've missed, what I'm missing right now, what I will not have the omnipresent superpower to soak up in the next five minutes and for all time. Breathe... I love.
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Closing the gap
2009-01-25
Inspiring news:
Researchers have documented what they call an Obama effect, showing that a performance gap between African-Americans and whites on a 20-question test administered before Mr. Obama’s nomination all but disappeared when the exam was administered after his acceptance speech and again after the presidential election. The inspiring role model that Mr. Obama projected helped blacks overcome anxieties about racial stereotypes that had been shown, in earlier research, to lower the test-taking proficiency of African-Americans, the researchers conclude in a report summarizing their results. “Obama is obviously inspirational, but we wondered whether he would contribute to an improvement in something as important as black test-taking,” said Ray Friedman, a management professor at Vanderbilt University, one of the study’s three authors. “We were skeptical that we would find any effect, but our results surprised us.” The study has not yet undergone peer review, and two academics who read it on Thursday said they would be interested to see if other researchers would be able to replicate its results.
This echoes research that has been extensively reported in Greater Good magazine. For instance, in the summer 2008 issue, Rodolfo Mendoza-Denton describes how stereotypes hinder the test performance of negatively stereotyped groups and help the performance of positively stereotyped groups. "The good news is that we can reduce achievement gaps by teaching students that their academic ability is something they can work on, not something fixed by their DNA," concludes Mendoza-Denton. "The better news is that these interventions also seem to 'lift all boats'—that is, everyone's achievement seems to benefit. And the best news may be that changing students' notions about fixed ability may itself lay the groundwork for reducing prejudice: If genes alone don't dictate how smart we are, it makes much less sense to believe that people's ability depends on their race, ethnicity, or gender."
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2009-01-25
Mothering reports on an important new study:
The best chance of forming a long lasting relationship with an unmarried father and building the foundations for a stable family life are the critical months of pregnancy, says new research from the University of Maryland. Marriage itself is not a guarantee, the study adds. "Unmarried dads are less likely to drift away if they are involved with their partner during this vital period when a family can begin to bond," says University of Maryland human development professor Natasha J. Cabrera, the principal investigator and a researcher at the school's Maryland Population Research Center. The study, published in the December Journal of Marriage and Family, is the first to explain the importance of the prenatal period in the formation of non-traditional family patterns. The researchers analyzed data drawn from an ongoing project—The Fragile Families Child Wellbeing Study—which mostly involved unmarried couples, a total of 1,686 couples in all (www.fragilefamilies.princeton.edu) In their analysis, Cabrera and her colleague, Jay Fagan at Temple University, found that fathers involved during pregnancy were significantly more likely to remain involved in raising their child at three-years-old. "The unmarried father is much more likely either to maintain or move into a more committed relationship if he's involved before the birth, and that's the critical difference," Cabrera says. "As you might expect, research has consistently shown that creating a stable home life predicts whether a father will be an active participant in raising the child, but what we've learned here is that the prenatal months are when that kind of family structure is most likely to coalesce." The study found that marital status is not a critical predictor of a father's involvement. "It is the decision that couples make to strengthen commitment and move in together that is important, rather than marital status per se," Cabrera said. "You don't need much imagination to see that a live-in dad is likely to be more involved in child care and family life. It's the personal investment in the child's and the mother's future that counts the most, not the paperwork."
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2009-01-24
When it comes to opera, I'm basically a cretin. And right now, a very proud cretin.

Reeve's in the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama's production of Sergei Prokofiev's "Love of Three Oranges," which opened last night. He called after the show, giddy with the excitement of community, collaboration, and a show well done. He sent photos, and my heart swelled.

So forgive me for getting a little braggy here about my boy's part in a realm I know little about. It's one of those things we cretin moms do best. . .

 

Photo courtesy of RSAMD. (That's Reeve on the bottom right. Interestingly, this is not the first show he's been in where he's gotten beaten up and tossed about onstage!)
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2009-01-23

I’m Rebecca Benghiat, the Executive Director of the New Space for Women’s Health, a nonprofit opening the only independent birth and women’s health center in New York City.  In a city where you can find anything at any hour (and have it delivered to your doorstep) there’s isn’t birth center.  Crazy?  Totally.

The New Space is changing maternity care by being, not bucking, the system.  We’re creating safe, healthy, inclusive, sustainable care in a city that demands nothing less, and I’m thrilled to share the ride.

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Introduction
2009-01-21

Maserati.  

A post-rock instrumental band out of Athens, Georgia, formed in 2000. This, from the Temporary Residence Limited website:

. . .  the band has dragged the glory years of psychedelic arena rock kicking and screaming into the 21st Century, with the pomposity (and vocals) carefully removed. In its place are white hot flashes of light pulsing to an unstoppable rhythm that makes us want to punch air and drive really fast in a car with wings instead of doors.

Or . . . work really fast on layouts that (hopefully) serve as informative vehicles to get people where they need to be!

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2009-01-20
I’m reading Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers: The Story of Success while at the same time applying to kindergartens for Liko. It’s an interesting juxtaposition. The message of Gladwell’s book is simple: Success is the product of environment plus practice plus accidents of birth; intrinsic talent is a factor—mostly because it allows a person to take advantage of whatever opportunities arise—but not the most important one, not even close. In one chapter, Gladwell explores a classic study by sociologist Annette Lareau of childrearing in working-class with middle- and upper-class homes (“less-educated” and “more-educated” might be a better characterization). By following twelve families closely for long periods of time, Lareau found that “there were two parenting ‘philosophies,' and they divided almost perfectly along class lines.” The working-class parents followed a path of what Lareau calls “natural growth”—meaning that children are generally left to their own devices, and parents did not attempt to manage their education. This, writes Lareau, produced children who were more independent and better behaved, but also (paradoxically?) more passive, especially in the face of authority. (This is just a thumbnail; you'll need to read Gladwell's book or Lareau's study for details.) By contrast, the educated parents adapted a policy of “concerted cultivation.” They actively identified weaknesses to correct and strengths to develop in their children; heavily scheduled their time with classes in music, art, etc.; and intensively managed their formal education. Most importantly for Gladwell’s purposes, these parents taught their children how to ask questions, interact with authority figures in ways that asserted some degree of control, and express opinions. This produces a sense of entitlement, which Lareau neutrally defines as the ability to act as though they had a right to pursue their individual interests and speak up for themselves in institutional settings. These observations feel true to my experience. I’ve heard teacher-friends describe similar patterns, I’ve seen it in my own family, and I’m seeing it play out in the murderous world of applying for kindergarten in San Francisco, which is like an arms race. One example: Liko attends a preschool that is heavily slanted toward educated middle- and upper-class parents. (Education aside, we are not those parents, by the way; Liko wouldn’t go there if my wife hadn’t worked at the school and if we weren’t receiving financial aid. Those were opportunities of which we took advantage.) Concerted cultivation is institutionalized: teachers report weekly on the kid’s activities (with photos!), there are regular parent-teacher meetings tracking the child’s development; school time is scheduled with art, gym, and so on; and it is normal for the kids (including Liko) to go from school to after-school enrichment classes. This isn’t the case in all preschools. I have a friend who works as a teacher at a preschool that caters to low-income families. There, says my friend, there is no parent involvement, no reporting, very little structure, and no enrichment. The parents drop the kids off, they play for much of the day, and the parents pick them up. This is more akin to daycare, not preschool, which is the more common arrangement for working parents. Put aside, for the moment, moral and political judgments, and look at the situation coldly. Guess which group is going to be better prepared to enter kindergarten? (I'm not saying that your kid will never get into Harvard if she doesn't attend a good preschool; I'm saying that every educational opportunity increases the likelihood of advancement.) In addition, the kids at Liko’s preschool are sorted into classes by birth date, so that in Liko’s class most are born in the summer. And here, we’ve discovered something interesting: It appears that most of the kids, especially the boys, are not going to kindergarten next year. They’ll attend pre-K and enter kindergarten when they are six. Why? Because it will give them a developmental advantage in both academics and athletics. Holding your child back once entailed a stigma; no more. Now, it’s a status symbol. Are we, Liko’s parents, above all this? Of course not. We feel intense pressure to follow the norms that we see around us, and we are also considering sending Liko to kindergarten when he is six—mostly because I shudder to think of Liko, down the road, sharing a school locker room with boys who are up to a year older than he is. Our decision will be based on a) whether or not he gets into a good school next year; and b) where his teachers say he stands developmentally. You might think this educational arms race would actually come to nothing, just a lot of overeducated “helicopter parents” wasting their time and turning their kids into neurotic whiners. You can probably point to lots of people, perhaps even yourself, whose parents followed the “natural growth” path and “turned out just fine.” But one of the interesting things about Gladwell’s book is how decisive concerted cultivation seems to be when it comes to later success in life; through many examples, Gladwell shows how the difference between the successful and not-successful is early cultivation and opportunity. This is confirmed by quite a bit of research, and it’s how social class plays out in America. My own upbringing was a transitional one from working to middle class, with elements of both natural growth and concerted cultivation. I never went to preschool and time in my childhood was never all that structured. As I approached adolescence and we moved to progressively larger school systems, opportunities began to appear. At one point I was tested as part of a program called the Midwest Talent Search, which ultimately led to me being able to attend a special summer writing program at Northwestern University. I remember that period as revelatory; for the first time, I was among kids my age who were interested in books and ideas, and I had sympathetic teachers. I’m grateful for that little sliver of freedom and exploration, which decisively shaped my life, but I also think that I would have benefited from having had more opportunities like it. Of course, one can reject the very concept of “success,” and, indeed, there is a parental counterculture that simply opts out of the arms race, sometimes through homeschooling; we know some folks who are following this path. It’s one I’m reluctant to embrace. It’s plausible to me that a parent could replicate the advantages that children get through educational institutions—for example, exposing kids to cultural diversity through participation in church activities. But my real problem with homeschooling as a movement is that it’s not a solution to inequality of opportunity in our society. In fact, I’d wager that homeschooling, if implemented on a wider scale, would dramatically exacerbate inequalities. (It’s worth noting that the superrich have always homeschooled; an acquaintance of mine makes her living as a private tutor for one such family, a name you’ve heard.) And so I am disinclined, as a parent, to apologize for participating in the system and taking advantage of whatever opportunities come my son’s way. As I see it, the problem is not that parents are pursuing what is best for their kids on the terms our society offers. Instead, the problem is with a system that so unevenly distributes opportunity. It doesn’t have to be this way: There are countries all over the world where kids all receive the same early childhood education, and parents’ education and income levels are much less important in shaping the life chances of their children. Believe it or not, the U.S. actually ranks quite low in social mobility, when compared to Canada and Western Europe. Gladwell’s book is not a story about the triumph of middle-class values, nor is about how wonderfully accomplished wealthy people are. Instead, his story of success is a story of luck. We in America have fooled ourselves into believing the rich deserve everything they have. And if you are not Bill Gates, says a certain strain of American thinking, you are a failure. No: As Outliers makes clear, Bill Gates (one of Gladwell’s case studies) is just a lucky bastard. Talented, sure—but no more talented than many of the people who work for him. My grandfather had somewhat less in the way of luck; his success consisted of holding the same stable job for 40 years and putting food on the table every day. His children never starved: That’s success. We have to measure our lives against the opportunities we have been given. And the only moral response to the absence of luck is compassion, toward oneself and others. On the other hand, feeling guilty about one’s privilege is not helpful; your guilty feelings don’t make one damn bit of difference for low-income families. To really make a difference, middle- and upper-income parents need to pay their fair share of taxes and vote for politicians who are going to allocate funds to early childhood education, health care, and programs that help all kids fulfill their potential. I am writing on inauguration day: Let’s hope President Obama leads the way.
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cover story
2009-01-19

Oh, and that Jan-Feb cover? Knowing we wanted an image to go with our package of stories on cosleeping, we hired photographers on both coasts to shoot for us: longtime Mothering favorite Doug Piburn in Los Angeles, and Amy Elliott (relatively new to me but who actually shot for Mothering years ago) in New York City.

Both photographers came back with stunning photos,* but the cover we ended up with came from a completely different source (and a completely different coast). Flickr. Spanish photographer Alio Viera Agel lives in Malmo, Sweden, with his wife and daughter, Liva, who was seven months old when the cover photo was taken—during a Saturday morning game of hide-and-seek with Dad.

 

 

 

*Doug's photos we're hanging on to for later use. Amy's we used in Sarah Buckley's article on cosleeping. (Opening spread at right.)

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2009-01-19

Would love to talk here about the design aspect of the O'Bama campaign but am under deadline and will have to settle for linkage: Check out Studio 360's "The Making of an Icon" here.

 

 

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2009-01-09

Tim and I just put our boy on a plane back to Scotland, and I am feeling the ache. A huge hole in my gut and in our house. 

As I was walking back to the office, though, I got hit by a big surprising wave of perspective: But, wait. Reeve is independent, on his own now, and . . . potty-trained! And he falls asleep at night by himself! He plays well with others, and when he eats spaghetti, he no longer tosses the noodles onto his head but uses silverware and puts the stuff right into his mouth! He (often) says please and thank you and doesn't complain about homework or throw candy fits in grocery store checkout aisles. He's smart and funny and compassionate and cheery and somehow fully capable of getting himself across the ocean and back, fully equipped to get an education and pursue his passion and grow into a fuller version of the person he's already kinda been all along.

Photo: A favorite family portrait from a visit five years ago to a place we love, the crumbling town of Vaughn, New Mexico. The boy already looking off in a different direction. . .

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back to routine
2009-01-09
Ah, January . . . the Monday of the year!
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january, living
2009-01-09

Mauthority.

My nephew Nick, who is visiting us this week, was sick last night. Sick, as in hurling up his guts every half hour or so. All night long. And I was reminded (it's been years since I've done the all-night sickbed vigil—so quickly we forget!) how, in the middle of the night, the welfare of a loved one in pain and in need occludes everything: deadweight exhaustion, ice-cold bare feet, even the tremendous urgency of the need to pee after those cups of tea intended to address the aforementioned exhaustion.

I also was re-marveling at the old familiar awareness that I know what to do when someone is sick, even while worrying that I don't. And that I have the authority to act on that knowing. I'm not Nick's mom, but in situations like last night, general momness overrides the particulars of bloodline or familial relationship. [I don't mean to be sexist here or to diss dadness—am just drawing from my own experience.]

I remember discovering this "mauthority," this power of momness, years ago when Reeve had friends over. On one occasion, one young friend (normally tough, confident, athletic, 9 or so at the time) spent the night. He and Reeve had watched (I'm embarrassed to say) an alien abduction movie earlier that night, then got scared and couldn't sleep, so they brought sleeping bags in to our room so they could sleep on a pad next to our bed. A few hours later, I was awakened by Reeve's friend crawling in next to me, staying close to the edge of the bed so as not to awaken me. I knew this big, strong 9-year-old would be mortified if I let on that I knew he was there, so I pretended to sleep while trying to somehow exude maternal comfort. He eventually returned to his sleeping bag, and the event went unspoken of thereafter. Momness works. Even while we're sleeping, apparently (or apparently sleeping, anyway).

So now Nick, thank goodness, is much better. And I'm back to being an aunt (albeit an exhausted one), freshly girded with the knowledge that—should the need arise, for my own child or anyone else's—I've got the power!

Photo: Tim and Laura's first introduction to Nick, circa May 1987, back before Laura had any knowledge of mauthority. (Laura: "But what is it, Tim?"   Tim: "It's a nephew."   Laura: "A nephew? . . . but, what do we do with it?")

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2009-01-08
what are your favorite recipes?
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2009-01-08
I feel so good about 2009. Two years ago, I figured out what I needed to move on out of my life. Last year, I did the unpacking, recycling, clearing. This year? I'm not sure yet. But it feels very promising.
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a miracle!
2009-01-03

Reeve fixed supper for us the other night.

 

 

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2008-12-29
Our boy Reeve is home from Scotland for three weeks, and once again the house is filled with the pitter patter of . . . double kick pedal drums. (Although studying classical voice these days, Reeve is still part metalhead.) 

And, despite the fact that he can now fix his own dinner and launder his own clothes, some other things remain unchanged. I came home last night to find Reeve and his longtime (since third grade!) friend Evan sitting at our kitchen table, COLORING.

Life is good.

 

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2008-12-23

It's no secret that I don't like to cook. However, I do love to bake—especially with enthusiastic, energetic people . . . like kids. While I was in Ohio a couple of weeks ago visiting my sister and her gang, we made our family's favorite Christmas cookies. My nephews, Ian, 9, and Graham, 4, did most of the work, but we managed to get my sister to help when it came time to "paint" the cookies. Here that top-secret family recipe and some photos of our baking team in action.

Laura's Mom's Roll-Out-and-Paint Christmas Cookies

½ c butter 1 c sugar 1 egg 1 tsp vanilla ½ tsp baking powder ¼ tsp salt 2 c all purpose flour

Cream sugar and butter together. Add egg and vanilla. Beat well. 

In separate bowl, mix dry ingredients well. Fold into sugar and butter mixture. Chill for one hour.* 

Roll out dough to a thickness of approximately ¼ inch, cut out shapes with cookie cutters.

Bake at 400°F for approximately 8 minutes. 

Let cookies cool on baking racks.  Once they’re cool, grab a clean paintbrush and go to workl

Makes 4 dozen.**

*The dough—but it’s OK if you kick back, too.

**I usually double the recipe (but use just one egg)

 

Cookie Paint

I usually make this up as I go along, but here’s a place to start—just adjust to taste.

3 c powdered sugar (maybe more) 1 T butter or margarine vanilla or lemon juice to taste (probably 1 tsp) (sometimes I use powdered lemonade if I don’t have juice) water

Work butter into sugar. Add water until mixture becomes fluid. Add vanilla or lemon juice.

Continue to stir until mixture is smooth and the consistency of thick paint.

Paint the icing on cooled cookies. (We use clean paintbrushes.) 

Let icing dry; then serve, and enjoy!

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homecoming!
2008-12-23

The bird has flown home. Got in Saturday night, and there was jubilation. 

Photo here of Reeve carrying home the Christmas tree we picked out yesterday (his dad's on the other end). His old friends Evan and Justen joined us for what was a really festive day.

Now, finally, it's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas. . .

 

PS Am also including a photo of our fake fireplace, just to share the festive fun.

 

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2008-12-23
A bit more about the redesign. One element of the magazine's look that underwent an overhaul was the color palette, that virtual box of crayons we pull from when designing anything Mothering-related. (Although we make occasional seasonal adjustments to the palette, we try to stick with the same family of colors for continuity and to create an association of the colors with the magazine.)  In updating the palette, we knew we wanted to make at least one big change: we needed a RED. When I first started at Mothering five years ago, I felt that the palette should be lively but not too contrasty. It seemed important for the overall feel of the magazine to be one of quiet—a haven for harried parents trying to grab a few minutes of reading time. As I've grown more familiar with the philosophy of magazine and its readership, I've realized that, while I still think there's a need for its pages to elicit a sense of calm, there also are times when we're putting out a call to action—or, more accurately, a call for activism. We needed more red. So Melyssa Holik and I pow-wowed about colors, met with the editorial staff, and discussed the idea of Peggy as the essence of the magazine. We played with hues and tones in layouts and logos, cutting the colors into little swatches and playing with various combinations (kind of like paper dolls) (well, kind of!), finally arriving at a palette that we felt good about. We handed it over to Peggy, who playfully named the swatches for things one might find at her house and in  her garden. The result is above. Click on it to enlarge and see what you think!
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2008-12-22
Turns out many dinosaurs were stay-at-home dads:
Dinosaur dads played an active role in raising their young and often served as single parents, according to a study published Friday in the journal Science. The researchers examined bones belonging to eight different dinosaurs that were fossilized in "brooding postures" near clutches of eggs. None of them included medullary bone, a form of bone tissue found in female birds and some female dinosaurs that is mined for calcium when they lay eggs, the researchers reported... Dino daddies may have evolved as active parents because the moms were preoccupied with laying eggs, which were large and could only be produced one at a time, the researchers wrote. Additionally, since unhatched chicks needed so much heat to stay warm, the dads may have had little choice but to help out with incubation if they wanted their offspring to survive, according to the study.
What I like about stories like this is how a current social phenomenon can shape our interpretation of natural history. Stay-at-home fatherhood allows us to see and name this behavior, whereas I think fifty years ago it might have gone unrecognized or simply tagged as a strange reversal of nature's way.
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2008-12-19

 

Throughout our 33-year history, we’ve made periodic changes to the design of the magazine to reflect Mothering's evolving identity and to keep in step with the changing tastes of the world around us.  (To get what I’m talking about with the latter, check out our very first cover, at right.)

Several months ago, feeling the need to freshen up, we began the magazine redesign process anew.

In my design training, I was taught that the "look" of an entity should reflect the essence of that entity.  In other words, before doing anything else regarding a revamp, we needed to take a closer look at the question: What is the essence—the identity*—of Mothering magazine?

So, in addition to visiting newsstands, poring over other magazines in the market, reading up on design and color theory, and looking at lots and lots of typefaces, Mothering Editor and Publisher Peggy O'Mara and I met with our editorial staff to grapple with that not-so-trivial issue of identity. (Photos here are from one of those meetings.) Brainstorming, we arrived at a list of descriptive words to use as guidelines for the new feel of the magazine.

In doing so, the edit staff and I realized that Peggy’s spirit and personality—her fierce independence and integrity, appreciation for the up-and-coming and respect for the tried and true—are a key part of the essence of Mothering. Seems like a "no duh" now, but we discovered that Peggy, the heart and soul of the magazine for decades, was at the heart of the magazine's identity.

We turned to Peggy's personal style for further design direction. That kicky red wool jacket she wears, her curvy pumps that hint at the1940s, the jaunty way she sports that cream scarf. . .  We thought about the casual elegance of her cabin home in the mountains, the natural choices she makes, the beauty with which she surrounds herself. . . This essence, then, is what we aimed for with the new look of the magazine. Check it out for yourself and let us know what you think!   *Quick word-geek aside: I just noticed that  identity = id + entity!]
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2008-12-19
  our new doOur new design—and new logo—debuts on newsstands January 1 and should be in subscribers' mailboxes next week.   Here's a peek at the cover. . .
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2008-12-17
I'll be taking the rest of December off from blogging, but just in time for the holidays, I'm posting a revised, updated version my list of children's books that depict men as caregivers (originally written back in June). If you're looking for books to buy, you might also take a look at my family's list of most-loved children's books. Have a nice Chrismahanukwanzukah! See you in January! It's an empirical fact that fathers are comparatively rare in children's books — when economist David A. Anderson and psychologist Mykol Hamilton studied 200 children's books in 2005, they found that fathers appeared about half as often as mothers. Mothers were ten times more likely to be depicted taking care of babies than fathers and twice as likely to be seen nurturing older children. No surprise there, of course. Moms are still the ones most likely to be taking care of kids and there’s no point in nursing a sense of grievance over the invisibility of fathers in children’s books. But where does that leave families who don't fit the traditional mold? And how does that help parents who want to provide caring role models to their sons? There are books out there, few and far between, that depict dads as co-parents and primary caregivers. In an effort to find them, I consulted bookstores in San Francisco as well as my local children’s librarian. My list is not exhaustive; these are only the ones I can recommend, and there are many titles I found online that I wasn’t able to read in real life. And because these kinds of books are so rare, I’m willing to bet that there are plenty out there that few people know about. I look forward to reading your own suggestions! My list is arranged according to target age, from youngest to oldest: Mama’s Home! By Paul Vos Benkowski, illustrated by Jennifer Herbert (Chronicle Books, 2004; ages 1-3): I bought this board book, which tells the story of a stay-at-home dad and toddler waiting for mom to come home from work, for Liko when I was taking care of him. It turned out to be a genuine comfort for him to read (over and over!) in the hour before his own mom came home from work, and he delighted in the simple, fanciful storyline: “Is that Mama? / No, that’s not Mama….that’s just a pirate ship.” Strongly recommended. Kisses for Daddy, by Frances Watts and David Legge (Little Hare Books, 2005; for ages 1-5, I’d say): This is a simple, lightweight picture book with bears, whose title pretty much says it all. When Bunny Grows Up, by Patricia and Richard Scarry (Golden Books, 1998; ages 1-5): Baby bunny's family tries to guess what he will be when he grows up--a fireman? a lion tamer? a train conductor? Nuts to all that. Baby bunny wants to be a full-time daddy when he grows up. Originally published in 1955, When Bunny Grows Up was way ahead of its time, and it's perfect for families with a stay-at-home dad. The Complete Adventures of Curious George, by Margaret and H.A. Rey (Houghton Mifflin, 1941-1966; ages 1-5): Is the Man with the Yellow Hat the equivalent of George’s father? If not that, I’m not sure what he is. Daddy’s Lullaby, by Tony Bradman, illustrated by Jason Cockcroft (Margaret K. McElderry Books, 2001; ages 2-5): Dad comes home late from work and sings a lullaby to his baby. A very tender book, which shows a working Dad in a caring role. My Dad, by Anthony Browne (FSG, 2000; ages 2-5): With one or two lines of text per page, the goofy pictures dominate. Dad (in a bathrobe, PJs, and slippers) engages in various fantastical adventures, from jumping over the moon to singing opera with Pavarotti. Silly and sweet. A Father’s Song, by Janet Lawler, paintings by Lucy Corvino (Sterling, 2006; ages 3-6): A simple, somewhat solemn verse story about a father and son’s day in the park, beautifully illustrated. Mama’s Coming Home, by Kate Banks, pictures by Tomek Bogacki (FSG, 2003; ages 3-6): Similar to Mama’s Home (above), a solid and heartfelt portrait of a reverse-traditional family in action. Dad and the kids clean up, cook dinner, and set the table, as a parallel narrative shows Mom trudging through sleeting rain and New York subway stations on her way home from work. Especially recommended. Knuffle Bunny: A Cautionary Tale, by Mo Willems (Hyperion, 2004; ages 2-6): Why is this story such an instant classic? There's something about Willems's tone, pacing, and combination of words and pictures that kids think is tons of fun, and I confess this is one of the books I most look forward to reading to Liko. Don't miss the sequel, Knuffle Bunny Too. Willems's daughter shares a name with the protagonist of his books, and these stories feel like mini-memoirs, depicting a dad who shares life with his growing little girl. Daddy Calls Me Man, by Angela Johnson, paintings by Rhonda Mitchell (Orchard Books, 1997; ages 3-6): Dad doesn’t actually appear until near the end. And yet I think every previous page points to that moment, as a little boy paints a picture of everything that’s most important to him. Papa, Do You Love Me? By Barbara M. Joosse, illustrated by Barbara Lavallee (Chronicle Books, 2005; ages 3-6): A father in a Kenyan village tells his son how much he loves him. This is a lovely book; the images in the words might be even more evocative than those in the pictures. Tell Me One Thing, Dad, by Tom Pow, illustrated by Ian Andrew (Candlewick Press, 2004; ages 3-7): Dad reads Molly a story, but she’s not sleepy yet. She asks to hear one thing he knows about polar bears, crocodiles, and so on; at the end, Molly tells Dad things that she knows about him. This is a gentle, beautifully written, unusually paced, and interestingly illustrated story. Horton Hatches the Egg, by Dr. Seuss (Random House, 1940; ages 3-7): You probably already know that Dr. Seuss was a genius. Not just a genius, but probably one of the most successful progressive writers of his day. From environmental responsibility (The Lorax) to anti-racism (Sneetches & Other Stories) to resistance to tyranny (Yertle the Turtle & Other Stories), Dr. Seuss could tackle any topic, no matter how terrible, and teach children something about how the world really works in ways that are inspiring and fun. In Horton Hatches the Egg, Dr. Seuss gives us an elephant hero who hatches himself an elephant-bird baby--and in the process, gives children an archetypal model of male caregiving. And Tango Makes Three, by Peter Parnell and Justin Richardson, illustrated by Henry Cole (Simon & Schuster, 2005; ages 3-7): This picture book tells the somewhat-true story of Roy and Silo, two boy penguins in Central Park Zoo who shacked up together and adopted a baby penguin of their own, named Tango. And Tango Makes Three isn’t a boring “message” book that tries to teach your kids to be tolerant. It’s genuinely fun for kids to read. A Father Like That, by Charlotte Zolotow, illustrated by LeUyen Pham (HarperCollins, 2008; ages 3-7): This picture book is actually about a boy who doesn’t have a father, but fantasizes about all the things they’d do together if Dad was around. In the end, his mom assures the boy that while he might never have the dad he wants, he could grow up to be the father he imagines. Yes, it’s somewhat depressing, and yet I think this could be a great Father’s Day gift for boys who really don’t have a dad in the picture. Single moms raising boys, take note. Finally, for older kids, I’d like to mention Danny, Champion of the World, by Roald Dahl, illustrated by Quentin Blake (Knopf, 1975; ages 8-12): “When I was four months old, my mother died suddenly and my father was left to look after me all by himself,” says the narrator, Danny. “There was just the two of us, my father and me.” This is a beautifully told, amusingly imaginative, politically radical, and profoundly emotional tale of a son’s devotion to his father and a father’s devotion to his son. I read this out loud to my 3 year old. He followed the story and liked the characters and incidents, especially the bit when 9-year-old Danny drives a car. However, the plot is driven by the father’s desire to poach a rich man’s pheasants, which was too far outside of Liko’s experience for him to find it interesting. But this book is an outlaw classic that older kids (boys especially) may find evocative and thrilling.
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2008-12-16

Our January-February issue each year includes a feature we call Backstage, a photo introducing the people behind Mothering. For this year's Backstage photo, our staff gathered at the Santa Fe Railyard on a frigid November morning while staff photographer Melyssa Holik snapped away.

 

Here are some behind-the-scenes shots from the behind-the-scenes shoot. Our invigorating morning in the cold air: rosy cheeks, warm laughter, and much-needed hot apple cider . . .

For a better look at the Santa Fe staff, click on the Backstage image (top right). Shown here are (clockwise, from left): Lisa Mora, Ashisha, John McMahon, Candace Walsh, Simone Snyder, Melissa Chianta, Peggy O’Mara, Todd McCoy, Shirl Ervin, Laura Egley Taylor, Melyssa Holik, Cara Evans, Ellie Evans, Lally O’Mara McMahon, Kristina Morris-Heredia, Elizabeth Carovillano, and Noelani Carovillano.

To see a larger version of any photo, just click on it.

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2008-12-15
Two brothers were attacked, and one killed, when a SUV full of homophobes saw them walking arm in arm:
[Jose] Sucuzhanay (suh-KOO-chen-eye) and his brother Romel, 38, were walking arm-in-arm after a night out when a sport utility vehicle pulled up near them at a Brooklyn stoplight, police said. Witnesses said they heard the men in the car shouting anti-gay and anti-Hispanic slurs at the brothers. The attackers jumped out of the car and smashed a beer bottle over Jose Sucuzhanay’s head, hit him in the head with an aluminum baseball bat and kicked him, police said. Romel Sucuzhanay was able to get away; the attackers drove off after he returned and said he had called police, authorities said.
Alas, A Blog comments:
This reminds me of stories my father tells of when he used to walk arm-in-arm with a blind friend of his, and people would shout epithets at them out of car windows. Both of these would, of course, be equally reprehensible if they involved actual gay couples. (In my father’s case, I think the harassment would be much more reprehensible if it had involved an actual gay couple, because my father and his friend could laugh off the insults in a way that would have been more difficult if the insults had functioned, as intended, as a way of reinforcing second-class status based on sexual orientation.) However, situations like these do remind me of something else that strikes me as important: Occasionally, I see discussions cropping up about why many men in America often aren’t physically affectionate with their each other. Well. There you go. A man’s being physically affectionate with a brother, or a male friend, isn’t just a violation of taboos about showing femininity. It’s assuming a risk of harassment and violence. The lives of gay men are more affected by this, of course, in shocking and horrible ways. But the enforcement of masculinity and heterosexuality is bad for many men, gay and straight.
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2008-12-10
Commentary from William C. Bell, president and CEO of Casey Family Programs:
When families feel the pressure of a slowing economy on their shoulders, children suffer. Historically, when the economy shifts downward, there has been a corresponding increase in child abuse and neglect. Childhelp, a national nonprofit organization dedicated to the prevention and treatment of child abuse, reports an eight to 10 percent increase in calls to child abuse hotlines since July. Researchers have indicated that there appears to be a link between the health of our economy, the economic health of families and the health and well-being of our children. Rightly so, most observers fall short of declaring there is a direct cause and effect link – the causes of child abuse and neglect are varied and not well understood – but there is a connection nonetheless. The 13 million children living in poverty are particularly at risk. The connection between poverty and child welfare is well documented. Maltreatment, especially, is more prevalent among families categorized as poor and extremely poor than in families with higher incomes. It’s not that low-income parents love their children any less than other parents, or that they don’t have the same aspirations for success, upward mobility, good health and well-being as other parents. They do. All parents, regardless of income, want to give their children a quality education, nutritious meals, health insurance and affordable health care, substantive family time, adequate housing, a safe neighborhood, exposure to a breadth of opportunities and ideas, and an environment that encourages rather than stifles dreams. It is this strong desire of low-income parents to provide their children with the basic necessities cruelly juxtaposed against their inability to do so that increases family stress, which can result in an increased possibility of abuse or neglect. In 2006, nearly 900,000 children in America were confirmed as victims of child abuse or neglect. Research has shown that children raised in poverty are 46 times more likely to be placed in foster care. The 1996 National Incidence Studies of Child Abuse and Neglect found that child neglect is 22 times more likely if family income is less than $15,000 as compared to families with an income of more than $30,000. The authors of an article published in 2006 in the American Journal of Orthopsychiatry discovered that more than half the children in foster care and a third of the children who received in-home services were identified by their case workers as having birth families who had difficulty meeting their basic needs at the time of investigation. The majority lived below 150 percent of the poverty level; and of the families who did not live below the poverty level, many suffered financial hardship. As we shore up the health and stability of the middle class and big business in the wake of our current economic crisis, let us also be mindful that we must take steps to strengthen the poorest among us. Part of Casey Family Programs’ 2020 Strategy for America’s Children is to safely reduce the number of children in foster care by 50 percent and reinvest the money saved in preventive programs that strengthen families and increase their chances to stay intact. We realize that to reduce foster care, we must help redirect the course of life for the 7.7 million families living in poverty because every child in America deserves the right to be raised in a family that has enough resources to meet that child’s basic needs. Such a shift will require that we not only change our practices, but also our perspective – how we view poor and low-income citizens, families and children, how they view themselves and how families are teaching their children to view themselves. We need to change how we see low-income families and what we think about them. Only after we’ve changed our perspective about all of our families can we bring about real change and change our practices. It is this change in both perspective and practice that will dictate what we put in place to support and augment their efforts and allow them to live their daily lives with a renewed sense of dignity, strength and hope. America must do a better job of providing families with tools, resources and healthy alternatives to cope, to fill in the gaps and to provide increased opportunity for all children. If we don’t do something to constructively address poverty in this country, if we don’t help families break out of poverty, we will continue to see children channeled into the foster care system. Ultimately in the greatest country in the world, when it comes to our children there is only one standard – the standard of your own. If growing up in poverty is not acceptable for your own children, then it cannot be acceptable for any child in America.
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2008-12-10
  out of 335 pages of ornaments, my apologies to the ones that came after. I have eyeball fatigue, and everything is so darn cute and sweet that my teeth hurt. In a good way. One of the reasons why I chose these particular ornaments: I am not terribly crafty, but I could imagine being inspired to accomplish something similar with my own kids. And that would be some lasting fun. (sorry about the wacky spacing) 1. posieandme mushroom ornament, $12

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_19&listing_id=18493136

 

[caption id="attachment_115" align="alignright" width="276" caption="posieandme mushroom ornament"]posieandme mushroom ornament[/caption] 2. SunnyDayArtandCraft walnut babies ornament set, $16

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_15&listing_id=17055045

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3. leapinglizards ceramic tree ornament, all proceeds go to charity: $15

 

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_8&listing_id=16927050

 

[caption id="attachment_119" align="alignright" width="300" caption="leapinglizards ceramic ornament"]leapinglizards ceramic ornament[/caption] 4. Cuore Chewy the Owl tree ornament, $10

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_8&listing_id=18480946

 

[caption id="attachment_120" align="alignleft" width="75" caption="Cuore Chewy the Owl"]Cuore Chewy the Owl[/caption]           5. Winsomehollow Nest with Eggs, $16

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=18445427

 

[caption id="attachment_121" align="alignleft" width="155" caption="Winsomehollow nest with eggs"]Winsomehollow nest with eggs[/caption]    

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_20&listing_id=17744313

 

[caption id="attachment_122" align="alignright" width="75" caption="Gjarvisjewelry Peppermint and Lime ornament set"]Gjarvisjewelry Peppermint and Lime ornament set[/caption] 6. FrostedFakes Mini Cupcake Ornament, $7

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_17&listing_id=18421519

 

7. gjarvisjewelryetc Peppermint and Lime Ornament Set, $10.50

[caption id="attachment_123" align="alignleft" width="281" caption="FrostedFakes Cupcake ornament"]FrostedFakes Cupcake ornament[/caption]

8. And another: PalmTreePrincess Peppermint Cupcake ornament, $7

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_1&listing_id=18278915

[caption id="attachment_124" align="alignleft" width="225" caption="PalmTreePrincess Peppermint Cupcake ornament"]PalmTreePrincess Peppermint Cupcake ornament[/caption] 9. sparklerama Mini Diorama Ornament, $20

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_16&listing_id=18149991

 

[caption id="attachment_127" align="alignright" width="300" caption="sparklerama mini diorama "]sparklerama mini diorama[/caption]  

 

     
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rockin' around
2008-12-10
We have Tree. I have gone back and forth with the Yule tree dilemma. Buy a sustainably harvested tree? Buy a tree that you can plant? A (apologies to Martha Stewart for my cheeky usage of the following term) faux bois, aka fake tree?  I don't know about you, but trees are loaded for me. I have memories. My late Grandma Marie's very cute, 2-foot fakey, that sat perched atop her heavily consoled color television (you know, decorative carving, lots of wood polish residue, tweed-covered speaker screens), Christmas cards strung around it via string stapled to the ceiling molding (and I could do a whole 'nother post about holiday greeting cards). All those awful stories about peoples' houses burning down because they chopped up the tree and put it in the fireplace. The tree at Rockefeller Center. The time my mom and stepdad decided to buy the cheapest tree in the lot, and got one that looked as sparse as Charlie Brown's--worse, in my teen perspective, than no tree at all. The tree I bought next to Tompkins Square Park when I was 27, and walked home with it lashed to my vintage yellow Schwinn bike that had a name (Heloise). Peter and I carried it up 3 flights of stairs and decorated it with my costume jewelry, as I, so recently a solitary urban chick, had no ornaments. The first tree I got as a mother...Honorée was four months old and my brother and I drove to a big box store and got two--one for my mom and him, and one for my house. Everyone stared at us--I think they seriously thought that WE were the family unit--a teen boy, a pushing-thirty woman, an infant, in a beater car, buying two trees...the judgment vibes were thick, or so I imagined, postpartum and identity-wobbly.  A few years ago, my dad visited Santa Fe, when I was still married, and Peter and I were having some seriously snipey moments. "I think it's hard to decorate a tree sometimes because we remember those who used to be with us, and now aren't," my dad said. Including love, I think, looking back. It was excruciatingly hard to decorate the tree after the love was gone. Not that I put my finger on it at the time, or could bear to. But wait! There were good tree memories, too. They're in my head somewhere. The time when I was four and there was a bicycle under the tree--my first two-wheeler, a Radio Flyer, which I told people actually did fly when I rode it. The tree that had a Cabbage Patch Doll under it, when I thought my folks would think I was too old for one, but I still wanted one anyway. Good memories are a bit harder to hold on to than bad ones, criticism burns deeper than praise, you know how it goes. I read that it's an evolutionary brain thing: it's more important to our survival to remember threats than neutral to good things.  Two years in a row, I've bought a plantable tree, and both trees have died on me before I got around to planting them. Hello, guilt! Call it too long frozen ground, not being in a place where I could commit to literally putting down roots, an intermittently green thumb.  This year, I bought a 7.5 foot fake tree, pre-lit, with pine cones on it. I will have it until it fails (and I can't really imagine that happening). That's the kind of tree I can commit to. Portable, re-usable, in perpetuity. We got it on the spur of the moment, and the kids and I decorated it on the fly. I didn't have to fuss with balancing the lights perfectly (I can be a bit psycho about that), because someone else did it for me. Nathaniel donned the Santa hat, and we danced to Burl Ives Christmas songs while placing sentimentally precious ornaments on the branches. I lifted Honorée up, my arms around her coltish calves, and she, wobbly, proud and intrepid, placed the angel on the topmost branch. It was not solemn, nor was it entirely irreverent. It was doing the thing without it having quotes around it. A relief. Afterwards, they went to bed and I sat in the darkness, staring at the totem. It is a "good" holiday memory Christmas tree year, but this is one thing I realized: every year, no matter the circumstances or the emotional tenor, I have been unable to do anything but succumb to that moment, that spell, when the tree is up, glowing, festooned, and I feel soothed, satisfied and enchanted.
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2008-12-09
Good news from bad:
The U.S. Supreme Court has let stand a ruling that Virginia must enforce a Vermont court order awarding child-visitation rights to a mother's former lesbian partner. The high court Monday declined to hear the case of Lisa Miller, who claimed that the Virginia Supreme Court improperly ignored a state law and constitutional amendment that prohibit same-sex unions and the recognition of such arrangements from other states. The decision let stand a victory for Janet Jenkins, who has been fighting for visitation rights since the dissolution of the civil union she and Miller obtained in Vermont in 2000. Miller gave birth to the daughter, Isabella, in 2002, and the child was at the center of a legal battle closely watched by national conservative and gay-rights groups. (Associated Press)
I can't post this without noting that this family is obviously in a terrible situation. As Mothertalkers notes, "Few things annoy me more than a lesbian mom who splits from her partner and then sues for custody on the basis that the ex's sexual orientation makes her unfit to parent"--which is, in fact, what happened. But this is still a victory for the rights of lesbian moms.
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2008-12-07
Well, Uncle Laura is hangin' with the nephs in Ohio, and it occurs to her that our society's current-day practice of just two parents living in a household is not practical. (This hit me the other night, as my sister and her husband were each helping a child bathe and get ready for bed and I was making lunches for the next day and washing  socks and answering the phone and checking homework.) The idea of extended family makes a lot of sense. Unfortunately, it's not as common as it once was. What we seem to have as a norm in our corner of the world these days is the overextended family. . . Since I can't download any of the really cool family-related photos which I shot this week, here's a completely (or almost completely) unrelated one I grabbed a couple of weeks ago en route to work. . .
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2008-12-07

I can't believe how off-balance I'm feeling since my camera suddenly stopped letting me download photos. Meanwhile, to cheer me up and along, here's an old photo of Reeve holding a box of apparently foreign-made crayolas labeled "4 Positive Crayons." He's coming home for Christmas, and I am so eager to see him.

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2008-12-07
Those of us with straight-up, not easily manipulated given names tend to be either thrilled or annoyed when we find ourselves nicknamed or otherwise referred to in a way that's new. I'm in the first camp—usually overjoyed to have some new nomer* to wear. One of the monikers I'm most proud of is the one given to me by my nephew Ian years ago. Not sure why it happened, but when Ian was 2 or so, he started calling me Uncle Laurla. I loved it—made me feel kooky and adventurous and like I had permission to be rowdy and loud. Five years later, his little brother, Graham, came along and the name lives on.  Ian is now 9 years old and knows better but continues to insist on calling me Uncle Laura. Thank goodness! Avuncular greetings, y'all. . .   *Not a word (but it should be). Which makes this usage a misnomer.
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2008-12-03
Via my pal Howie, here's an imperfect but interesting essay in the Seattle Stranger about transracial adoption:
It would be easier for white people if race did not exist. Or if everyone could agree that race did not matter, that is. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the word "transracial" first appeared publicly in a 1971 Time magazine article. The article introduced transracial adoption, or adoption across racial boundaries—most often white parents adopting children of color—and reported a strange phenomenon. According to a study in Britain, some white parents "tended to 'deny their child's color, or to say he was growing lighter, or that other people thought he was suntanned and did not recognize him as colored. Sometimes the reality was fully accepted [by the parents] only after the very light child had grown noticeably darker after being exposed to bright sunlight on holiday.'" It's such an outrageous finding that it sounds like a joke. Stephen Colbert's dimwitted white-guy alter ego has a joke like this, when he says on The Colbert Report, always in the most ridiculous of situations: "As you know, I don't see color." The joke is funny because in so many ways it's true. Plenty of white people don't see color. We refuse to look at it, prefer not to see too much difference, because difference almost always makes us feel bad by comparison. Transracial adoption is awkward to discuss at first, because although it is designed to chart a radically integrated future, on the surface its structure repeats the segregated past. Just look at the basic structure of a family and apply race to the equation. The most crude way to put it: Whites are in charge, children of color are subordinate, and adults of color are out of the picture. And that's not even talking about class. And yet there are more of these families now than ever. The exact number of transracial adoptees in this country is unknown, but the practice, which began in earnest in the 1970s, has been on the rise for at least 10 years. Twenty-six percent of black children adopted from foster care in 2004—about 4,200 kids—were adopted transracially, almost all by white parents, according to a New York Times analysis of data from the National Data Archive on Child Abuse and Neglect at Cornell University and the Department of Health and Human Services. That figure is up from 14 percent in 1998 and, according to adoption experts, it has continued to climb. The 2000 census, the first to collect information on adoptions, counted just over 16,000 white households with adopted black children. In the last 15 years, Americans have adopted more than 200,000 children from overseas, but that trend is cooling off, partly because international adoptions are so expensive.
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2008-12-02
This is an interesting dimension of rising rates of male caregiving, from Sunday's New York Times:
The Alzheimer’s Association and the National Alliance for Caregiving estimate that men make up nearly 40 percent of family care providers now, up from 19 percent in a 1996 study by the Alzheimer’s Association. About 17 million men are caring for an adult. “It used to be that when men said, ‘I’ll always take care of my mother,’ it meant, ‘My wife will always take care of my mother,’ ” said Carol Levine, director of the families and health care project at the United Hospital Fund. “But now, more and more men are doing it.”
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2008-12-01
Writer Lauren McLaughlin blogs:
The November Atlantic has a fantastic article by Hanna Rosin about transgender kids, which I read hungrily in the hope that it would add to my understanding of the topic. Sadly, it confirmed many of my worst fears. There’s a heart-rending story about 8-year-old Brandon who, from the moment he could speak, has insisted he was a girl. His bewildered parents, who live in an area where “a boy’s a boy and a girl’s a girl,” eventually wind up at a transgender conference where they meet kids and parents going through the same kinds of challenges. The article outlines in broad strokes the evolution of attitudes on the subject of gender identity, though I’m not sure “evolution” is the right word. “Pendulum” seems more appropriate since we seem to swing back and forth between the two following dogmas: Gender is hard-wired and immune to cultural influence vs. Gender is entirely cultural with no biological basis Otherwise known as Nature versus Nurture. The fact that gender could be a mix of these two things seems not to have entered into the minds of the “experts” who treat these kids. Notably absent from interviews with them is any awareness of the fact that they may not have at their disposal all the information required to form a comprehensive theory of gender. And since all of the kids (and indeed all of the psychologists, physicians, and researchers who study them) exist within a cultural framework, it’s nearly impossible to isolate non-cultured traits. In fact, the few twin studies performed on the subject have revealed that, while sexual orientation seems to have a strong biological basis, gender identity does not.
Lauren concludes:
Is there another way? We don’t demand rigid conformity to norms in all things. Why gender? The average man is taller than the average woman, but we don’t demand that short men take human grown hormone or that tall women have their legs shortened. Is it possible that we’re demanding too much of these children and not enough from society as a whole? Shouldn’t we be better than the mother of Brandon’s former best friend who rejected him on “Christian” grounds? Perhaps if it was okay for a boy to wear make up, Brandon wouldn’t be faced with the prospect of puberty-blocking hormones. And why shouldn’t it be okay for a boy to wear make up? It doesn’t hurt anyone. Utterly absent from this otherwise insightful article was any mention of compassion. Not once did someone suggest that Brandon might be encouraged to love his body as it is and still enjoy playing with dolls. Not once did anyone question the ethics of endorsing rigid gender boundaries despite ample evidence of the pain they cause. Perhaps when faced with a little boy like Brandon, instead of figuring out how to fix him, we should figure out how to fix ourselves.
Right on. I can only add my experience: My son likes to wear dresses once in a while (mainly at birthday parties; he thinks that dresses are more festive) and has shown more interests in ballet and figure skating than sports and hockey, but at no point has he indicated that he wants to be a girl, and he still rough houses and does the whole playing-with-trucks thing. Recently, he's started to show a bit more self-consciousness about gender roles--he actually did not request a dress for our last birthday party--which I'm pretty sure is one outcome of socialization at school. We're not pushing either way. These are his decisions, as far as we're concerned. The rest of Lauren's entry is well worth a read. She's the author of the young adult novel, Cycler, which is about a girl named Jill who turns into a boy named Jack for four days out of the month. I'll definitely be checking that one out.
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2008-11-27

Oneida. In particular, their song "Sheets of Easter," which has been described as "testing the listener's patience by repeating a single brain-pummeling riff for over 14 minutes" (Jason Nickey, All Music Guide) and "Unless you have a taste for self-abuse, you would be wise to dodge the noise-drone cut "Sheets of Easter" (Yancey Strickler, eMusic.com).

I LOVE this song.

My guys Tim and Reeve slipped this track onto my iPod a couple of years ago—as a joke, I guess—and I shocked us all by really connecting with it. I find the repetition soothing—kicks me right into a focal zone where I can concentrate. I tend to listen to the song on repeat for hours at a time while working.

A while back, I contacted the band's Fat Bobby (a.k.a. Bobby Matador or Robert Thacher) to tell him how much I appreciated "Sheets of Easter." He wasn't at all surprised to hear how calming I found it and said that his wife, Erica, had recently had a baby and had found rhythmic, repetitious music to be helpful during labor. Check out her list and his comments on the tracks here

OK. Just got to lay out the TOC now, and we'll be done with Jan-Feb! Am giving thanks right about now for Oneida (among many other things, of course) . . .

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all! Photograph: Lisa Corson
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2008-11-26
I spent Monday at the “Happiness & Its Causes” conference in San Francisco, which my employer, the Greater Good Science Center, co-sponsored. The title might, I suppose, sound shallow, and yet the Monday morning panel was startlingly ambiguous and profound. At one point, for example, psychologist Paul Ekman linked the recognition of suffering to the possibility of happiness, an insight that both science and religion have discovered using completely different tools. Buddhism and Darwin, he said, agree about the roots of compassion: If I see you suffering, that makes me suffer, therefore ending your suffering can cause me happiness. For Darwinians, this compassionate loop emerges because our biology wires us together; for Buddhism, we are linked through the spirit. Later, Stanford University psychiatrist David Spiegel argued that Buddhism provided a similar insight about death, believing that the best way to deal with the idea of mortality is to make it familiar, something confirmed by a fair amount of empirical research. I later thought that you see similar processes at work in other religions--what is the image of Christ on the cross if not a reminder of our mortality? If we fear death too much, implied Spiegel, happiness is impossible. In fact, he said, suppressing sadness can prevent happiness. Quite a few of the panelists actually argued that happiness should not be the ultimate goal of existence. Philosopher and psychologist Owen Flanagan paraphrased Kant: Happiness is one thing, being good is another. And indeed, he said, preaching contentment for its own sake only serves the interests of the powerful. Spiegel went on to add that in bad times, the goal should be to convert corrosive emotions (that reinforce helplessness) into emotional states that provoke action or reflection: convert anxiety into fear, depression into sadness, illness into meaning. We can achieve happiness when we are actively trying to make the world a better place. In the end, summarized moderator Alan Wallace (a Tibetan Buddhist scholar), true happiness is seeing reality for what it is. This might sound counterintuitive to some; the message we hear most often in our culture is that happiness is possible only when reality is viewed through rose-colored glasses. But Flanagan, Ekman, and Spiegel all agreed: Part of the challenge is to recognize the reality of limits and interconnectedness. Happiness, in short, is other people. I thought about all this in relation to parenthood. I think most parents would agree that parenthood involves a certain amount of suffering. We see it in our children from the moment they enter the world weeping, and we feel it in ourselves, through sleepless nights and deferred desires. The biological and spiritual ties we feel with offspring are the most intense most of us will ever know. This can cause unhappiness on a day to day basis, and yet I think if those ties are allowed to grow over time, there is no deeper source of happiness. [This is the revised version of a post to the Greater Good blog.]
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2008-11-25
I've redeemed myself, I think, by making pancakes for dinner. I am very popular right now. The kids got to festoon them with whipped cream and maple syrup. I also made them Arthur mac n cheese. I was crankymom before that, demanding that they keep their bedroom from turning into a disaster zone before the holiday. We actually made some progress with thinning out their dense toy stashes--they agreed to let me put many of them in a big sack in the garage. Not to donate them, mind you. But meanwhile, lately Goodwill doesn't even want kids' toys, nor did the other thrift shop that I tried. What do you do? I imagine a shelter, maybe? I think things have gotten a lot more complicated since unsafe toys were outed. So here's my Thanksgiving menu: Spinach, red pepper, goat cheese, pinon nut salad Pancetta-Sage Turkey with Pancetta-Sage Gravy Artichoke, Sausage, And Parmesan Cheese Stuffing Chestnut, Bacon, Dried Apple, And Corn Bread Dressing Sesame-Onion Crescent Rolls Green Bean Casserole (you know the one--fried onions on top) Mashed Potatoes Baked Sweet Potato Wedges Apple Streusel Pie People are also bringing crudité, a pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake, a parsnip casserole, and bevvies. We're hosting 14 peeps, including four kids. Two people are only coming for "tea and pudding," and those would be the British ones. I love British-isms. I am seriously feeling cowed by it all, but I know it will come together. Finding fresh sage in a store would be helpful. I need 4 packages.
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2008-11-21
Three weeks ago I went to pick up Liko from preschool and found his class gathered outside the school, waiting for the mommies and daddies. Something struck me: The white girls huddled in one group and the white boys in another. Where was Liko? He and his three other part-white/part-Asian classmates, boys and girls, were off to one side, hanging out with each other. (A note on demographics: Since this is a Jewish Community Center preschool, most of the kids, including the half-Asian ones, have at least one Jewish parent; there are no black or Latino kids in his class. I should also note here that the white/Asian mix is very, very, very common in San Francisco, as it is in Hawaii, where my wife grew up.) Now, this perception has to be taken with a grain of salt. When it comes to sources of social tension like race, adults see what they're prone to see, and I'm no exception. But this morning we had a parent-teacher conference and his teachers (one Jewish, one Asian, incidentally) unknowingly confirmed my suspicion: Liko and his Hapa classmates have indeed formed a posse. ("Hapa" is a Hawaiian word for half and half, usually white/Asian.) The teachers didn't put it that way; instead they said, "Liko really enjoys playing with O. and L. and they engage in lots of fun activities like...etc." I was the one who privately noted the racial mix of the posse. I thought about bringing this up in the meeting, but I decided against it. I guessed (wrongly?) that the teachers would greet my observation in a defensive way, as though something bad is going on in their classroom. But I don't think that at all. I think what's happening is normal and healthy, and I have absolutely, positively no problem with it. A couple of months ago, I reported on new research into kids and race: kids do notice race from an early age; by the age of three, they will start sorting themselves into racial groups; it's not unusual or unhealthy for children to gravitate toward the familiar; studies find that kids "who recognize these kinds of differences from an early age show a stronger general ability to identify subtle differences between categories like color, shape, and size—which, in turn, has been linked to higher performance on intelligence tests." Knowing of this research is a comfort to me, and should be to you, as well. This doesn't mean that Liko and I, and all of us, aren't facing a perilous racial landscape. Racism is a system of privilege based on race, one that still shapes our society. As Beverly Daniel Tatum points out in her 1998 book, Why Are All The Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria?, when racial segregation combines with cultural misinformation and inequalities of power, the results are toxic for individuals, institutions, and cultures. Like does indeed usually attract like, but prejudice is not the inevitable result. Other, considerably less innocent and natural, factors are in play. It's us adults, not the kids, who are responsible for the stereotypes and the power. There are lots of things children do that we as adults help them to grow out of. We teach them to share, and say please and thank you, and clean up after themselves, and how to cross the street, much more. All of these lessons are a struggle; our kids resist every step of the way, until they don't. This is just one more item on that list. No need to hyperventilate, no need to feel guilty. I'm not going to tell Liko, or anyone else's kids, who to play with, but I will do my best to help him expand his world, and try to help him see through stereotypes, and, when he gets old enough, fight against power imbalances. That's what counts.
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2008-11-21
There are so many design- or production-related things things to blog about, but for right now, this is about all I can handle. (i.e., I'm under deadline and am supposed to be doing layout at this very moment—so I'll make this quick!) I don't (like to or choose to) cook. But I make an exception when it comes to . . .
Laura's Not-So-Secret Recipe for Protein-Packed Production Fuel, er, Oatmeal 1/3 c rolled oats 2/3 c water 1T chopped walnuts 1T raisins dash cinnamon dash salt 1/3 c chopped apple  1/3 c cottage cheese 1. Throw everything except apple and cottage cheese into a microwave-safe bowl. 2. Zap for 1-2 minutes (depending on how powerful your microwave is). 3. Add chopped apples and zap for another minute. 4. Stir in cottage cheese. 5. Add honey, maple syrup, or brown sugar, if you'd like. Makes one serving.
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2008-11-20
I love how my friend Jim'Bo (photo at right) manages to say this with such earnest indignation that any thoughts one may have had of his being incommunicado—or just plain late—are completely derailed. Apologies for dropping out of sight. I've been absorbed by all things REDESIGN  (more on that soon!), coupled with production of our January-February 2009 issue. Yes, we're back in the fray. . .
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2008-11-19
The new issue of Greater Good magazine, where I serve as senior editor, is out now. The issue focuses on trust, why it's declining and how we can build it again. For moms and dads who read Mothering, I strongly recommend the following articles: Can I Trust You? A conversation about parent-child trust, between renowned psychologist Paul Ekman and his daughter Eve. Plus: Trust across the lifespan. Surviving Betrayal: Romantic betrayal is traumatizing, says psychologist Joshua Coleman. But couples can learn to trust again. The Hot Spot, by Lisa Bennett: Climate scientists wonder why people don't do more about global warming. Social scientists have some troubling answers. Windows of Opportunity, in which author Daniel Goleman talks about mindfulness training in schools.
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2008-11-17
More on exploring kindergarten in San Francisco: There's a mantra I keep hearing from the parents I know and meet on school tours: "It's not going to happen." This is always understood as referring to the possibility that their child might end up at a substandard school. I say it as well. It's our way of saying that we are not going to just accept whatever the SF public school lottery gives us. The vast majority of parents I know, irrespective of their personal politics, are applying to both public and private schools, with the private ones as backups. If they don't get anything they want, or the financial aid they need, they simply quit San Francisco for a Bay Area city with a better system. Few people want to send their kids to private schools. They value public education and they want their children to be part of it. Plus, what non-rich person wants to spend 20K or more on their child's elementary school education? But these are also people who value education, period, not to mention safety. For this reason, I find the guilt-tripping public vs. private debate to be tiresome. The ideological presumption is that pursuing what's best for child involves kicking someone else's to the curb. And to be sure, that's exactly how our society works right now: Some children have more chances than others. America has been kicking groups of kids to the curb since the days of the Declaration of Independence. We do indeed have a responsibility to each other, for each other. We should all be working for an education system that serves all kids; that's one of 4 million reasons why I voted for President-Elect Obama. But families are making decisions with in the matrix of a system that is rigged against them; indeed, a system that is at war with itself. The American education neurosis manifests itself on every level of our society, from the way some of our political leaders attack "educated elites" as well as teachers, to the way education is funded to the way it's managed to the panicky ways parents make their decisions. San Francisco's system is particularly dysfunctional and inhumane. It's gratuitously, even cruelly, stressful for parents, students, teachers, and administrators. If some people opt out, and my family might be among them, will any amount of guilt tripping bring them back? I don't have any grandiose answers; I just getting used to all this and I'm just starting to learn. I can see that the teachers are doing their best. The parents are volunteering and fundraising. Many administrators are doing their very best; some of their efforts might even be called heroic. We'll keep going and see how it unfolds; this will become a perennial topic on this blog.
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2008-11-14
Last week my wife and I went to Kindergarten information night, sponsored by the San Francisco Unified School District. A quick word about how it works: Parents turn in a request for their top 7 schools. There is a lottery (which is part of SF's effort to integrate its schools); it is commonplace for families to not be assigned any of their top 7 choices. The system is universally hated by parents. But it was great to meet the parents, teachers, and principals at the information night. After hearing public school parents speak about their experiences on a panel, I thought confidently, no problem, we'll find a school for Liko. Then a school district representative stood up to talk about the application process. Here are my notes: The process is stressful and so complicated that even I don't understand it; we're facing budget cuts at the same time as enrollment is climbing, both due to the bad economy; you probably won't get a school in your neighborhood. Also, be sure to bring your application to the office in person, because we might lose it otherwise. So now we're also looking at private schools, even as we tour public schools on our list. It's an eye-opening experience. On Tuesday we visited a public school that is widely considered the best in San Francisco, and indeed, it appeared to be a very good school. The tours were run by parents, with the principal taking some time to answer our questions, and I saw many parents in the hallways and classrooms. High involvement is obviously key to their success. But one other thing struck me right away: Things like the large school library, including the librarian's entire salary, and "extras" like the arts and the computer lab, are totally funded by the parent organization. In other words, the parents fundraise in order to get many programs that were taken for granted when I was growing up. Yesterday we visited another school, not one of the best in the district. This one also sported high levels of parent involvement, but not quite as much, and they weren't nearly as organized. The difference showed: The tiny school library was only open two times a week (for two-hour blocks), and the school lacked many programs. The adult-to-student ratio in the classrooms was lower; meanwhile, the school's diversity, economic and cultural, was much higher. Afterward, I was talking to a mom who was also a teacher in the district. She told me a story about how one school, facing budgetary uncertainly, sacked all its teachers at the end of the year. They were re-hired by the end of the summer, but many, she said, were demoralized. It's enraging. I don't actually have anything intelligent to say or some conclusion to offer. Just a question: When will America wake up and start educating its kids properly?
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2008-11-11
The "Mind in the Eyes" test was devised by autism researcher Simon Baron-Cohen (cousin of Sasha) to diagnose empathic deficits. The test subject looks at letterbox images of eyes and tries guess the emotional states they represent. You can take the test here. The normal range is 22-30, with a score above 30 indicating a high level of empathy; I scored a 27, which sounds like the high end of average. In analyzing my own responses, however, I found a disturbing bias: It seems that I tend to see negative emotions when there are none--for example, I read a playful pair of eyes as irritated; interested eyes as incredulous; and so on. This characterizes nearly all of my wrong answers...and I was super-accurate when it came to perceiving the negative emotions. My private world is perhaps a hostile one. You shouldn't put too much stock in a one-shot test like this one, but the mildly depressing thing about this insight is that I think it's true; I'm one of those unfortunate people who is often overly vigilant in social situations, quick to perceive threats or slights, wary of connection. The ironic thing is that I write about the science of positive emotions and social connection for a living through my work at Greater Good, not to mention caregiving fathers. However, I think this is a commonplace irony. Sometimes it appears to me that people (you know..."people") imagine that one has to be something in order to write about it. But I've met many, many writers in my life, some of them famous, and I can tell you that this is rarely the case, especially for the most interesting writers. The men and women who struggle most with something, who believe they lack that thing--e.g., love, wealth, faith, whatever--are the ones who will pursue it most fiercely and sometimes have the most insight into its contradictions. The distance between wanting and having, ideal and reality, is what makes them interesting. I'm not saying, of course, that I'm interesting; that's not for me to say. But it just occurred to me that closing the distance is part of what motivates me to write in the first place.
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2008-11-10
This article suggests that parents are pulling kids from day care as the economy falters. As is often the case in journalistic trend stories, the writer only provides some anecdotes and interviews to make his point, and no big-picture numbers. Probably none are available at this early stage. However, I don't doubt that this story is true; every economic contraction creates a pattern like this. But what does it look like on a family by family level? You do see spikes in stay-at-home parenthood; people make do with a lower standard of living and try to enjoy the time with kids. I predict that when the next census numbers come in, we will see spikes in both stay-at-home motherhood and stay-at-home fatherhood. This won't represent an "opt-out revolution" (to use Lisa Belkin's memorable phrase), but instead an involuntary retreat. I interviewed couples whose reverse-traditional arrangements arose from layoffs for my book and I know that when families are willing to retool their emotional lives, they can actually thrive. And periods of economic trouble always fuel calls for decoupling fatherhood and breadwinning (it wasn't an accident that the film "Mr. Mom," about a laid-off auto worker who become a stay-at-home father in Michigan, came out during a deep recession). On the other hand, I have a friend who, as an infant and toddler, was left alone for the better part of the day. His mother (an immigrant) tied a rope around his ankle and a table, put food on the floor, and left for her job every day. She had to work; staying home with him wasn't an option. (He's fine, by the way, except for the fact that he's a lawyer... I'm joking; I know one or two or three lawyers who are good people.) This is echoed by one of the anecdotes in the article, about a "woman in New York who, unable to find anyone to care for her 4-year-old daughter while she went to work in a shoe store, simply left the girl outside in a car with a sandwich and water, checking on her every hour. The woman's decision, which came to light when someone spotted the child and called authorities, underscores the desperate situations facing a growing number of parents." Imagine the stress and pain involved in these situations. Alternatively, poor and working-class, and even some middle-class, people put their kids in cheap, unlicensed care. Sometimes that works out fine; "unlicensed care" is a very broad category that can include baby-sitting by close friends as well as caring individual providers. Sometimes, however, it is very risky. Many studies show that care in an unregulated environment comes with increased likelihood of abuse or neglect. All of this really underscores that the need for America to step up and improve its child care infrastructure. This isn't a public vs. private thing--individual companies (like Google's amazing day care facility) need to step up, and so does every level of American government. To me, this is an issue that should go hand in hand with health care; both are about economic development as well as the well-being of parents and children.
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2008-11-10
Many wonderful things happened on Tuesday. But in California, one awful thing happened: Proposition 8, which enshrines bigotry in the state constitution, passed. Specifically, prop 8 bans gay and lesbian marriage. You wouldn’t have known it if you were walking through the Castro on Tuesday night and Wednesday morning. Thousands of people were on the streets in the world’s largest gay community. They knew that prop 8 was leading, but people were exhilarated, even ecstatic, about Obama’s victory. I kept walking, wanting to see how San Francisco’s neighborhoods were reacting; I was tired but I wanted to see all of it. I stopped at the home of my friends Viru and Beth; it hit us that if a man named Barack Hussein Obama could become president, so could my boy, Liko Wai-Kaniela Smith-Doo, or their little girl, Anna-Priya Saiki-Gupte. America is now officially a multiracial country. It means a lot to us. This is personal, not political. Back on the street strangers shook my hand and said, “Congratulations.” At one point I was walking down Market St. and a black man walked past me chanting, “We got a black man as president!” One member of the white gay couple walking in front of me shouted back, “Hell yeah, we got a black man as president!” The two men, one black and one gay, high-fived each other, and laughed. Their voices sounded equally joyous; that moment encapsulated the best of the night for me. All of us saw the election as a triumph for our city, for San Francisco values, for progressive urban values: Cosmopolitanism, tolerance, thoughtfulness, fairness. It’s three days later. I’m writing this in a crowded Castro café, and people all around me, most of them gay and lesbian, are still talking about Tuesday, recalling the thrill and the feelings of unity. (The barista is greeting costumers with, “Happy Obama!” which keeps getting a delighted little laugh.) So Prop 8 won, but life goes on, and, for the first time in a very long time, we can feel the wind at our backs. The biggest question people in my social circle are asking is, what will happen to the 18,000 gay and lesbian couples, including our friends, who have been married? For now, it appears, their marriage vows will be respected. California Attorney General Jerry Brown has stated in court papers and affirmed in the media that those marriages should remain valid in the wake of prop 8’s passage. “I believe that marriages that have been entered into subsequent to the May 15 Supreme Court opinion will be recognized by the California Supreme Court,” Brown told the Chronicle. He noted that prop 8 is silent about retroactivity, and said, ‘I would think the court, in looking at the underlying equities, would most probably conclude that upholding the marriages performed in that interval before the election would be a just result.” In time prop 8 will be overturned. America is urbanizing. It’s becoming steadily more educated. These are progressive developments, but they create contradictions, especially widening inequality. Right after I watched the white gay man and the black (almost certainly straight) man celebrate together, I walked past someone sleeping on the sidewalk and someone else rummaging through a garbage can. Both homeless people were white; today in America, the lost and dispossessed can come in any color. They seemed oblivious to the election and they were utterly isolated from the people and city around them. Perhaps I was just tired, but I ended the evening feeling sad, an emotion that seemed to arise from the certain knowledge, visceral and intellectual, that we never stop struggling. But at least now, for the moment, many of us can struggle together.
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2008-11-08
Here at Mothering, we've been in the midst of creating new looks for the magazine and the website. And now, as of Tuesday, we all find ourselves a part of a brave new history-making paradigm, as well—new president, new administration, new outlook on the horizon. . . The energy around here (Mothering offices, Santa Fe, my mail inbox) has been electric. Change is very definitely at hand. A couple of quotes I've come across which seem appropriate for these days of hopeful but mildly terrifying newness:
"In times of profound change, the learners inherit the earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists." —Eric Hoffer "You don't get creative by staying in the same place." —Andy Law
Here's to change—and to gracefully rolling with it!
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2008-11-07
Honorée presented Laura with an impromptu gift this evening. "This is from me and Nathaniel." She opened it. "It's my mom!" Honoree said. Indeed it was. She and Nathaniel crafted a 3-D portrait of me out of construction paper, yarn, bottle caps, tape, and a toilet paper cylinder. It's so becoming! I actually blushed. Of course you want to see it...
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a new word....
2008-11-06
sentimenstrual: adj.  feeling sentimental with the added kick of menstrual hormones
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2008-11-05
Exhaling... Election day has passed, and we can all chill out somewhat. I know that I'm doing so. Suddenly, my attention span has been restored. It no longer resembles a flea in size and tempo.  It's the first election that my kids actually noticed...and I am happy that the guy they rooted for won. It will probably give them a good start in terms of an imprint of general optimism about politics and democracy.  The night before, Elizabeth (Mothering's marketing director) and I got together with our kids and made PB & J sandwiches, cookies, and muffins to sustain the voters during their potentially long wait at the polls. The kids were initially going to help, but ran off to play in Honorée and Nathaniel's room. Noelani, Elizabeth's daughter, is a little younger than Nathaniel, and they all get along really well. I think that H. and N. like to pretend that she's their little sister. Everything was going really well until Noelani came running out, in sobs. "Mommy, I'm really TIRED," she wailed. "I really want to go home and go to BED!" It was beautiful in its purity...we should all be so clear when we need rest.  "And mommy, what are MUMMIES?" she asked. "They told me about MUMMIES and they sound SCAREEEEE..." Oh, great..."I'm so sorry," I said. "I didn't tell them about mummies..." But, Elizabeth was totally cool about it. Must remember to impress on the kids that they should not give The Fear to younger kids. As much as it can be a teeny bit devilishly fun to do so (well I remember scaring my younger sibs).
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2008-11-04
Now playing over at Daddy Dialectic. Yesterday I was interviewed (along with two other researchers) on the Forum with Michael Krasny about the nature of trust, why it's declining in America, and what role it plays in this election (this is the topic of an essay I just wrote with sociologist Pamela Paxton). You can listen to the show here . And that's the last thing I have to say about this election. Don't forget: Today, reach out to your sanest friends, family, and neighbors, and remind them to vote. And after that, the work begins.
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2008-11-02

Just thought I'd do a visual documentation here of my favorite of Reeve's Halloween costumes. He was 3 and hugely in love with airplanes. The only thing he wanted to be for Halloween that year—nothing else could possibly work—was the Concorde. The airplane. As in British Airways. As in super-fast and super-sleek.

So, since I don't really sew and didn't want the mess of papier maché, Reeve was transformed into a poster paper-clad version of that supersonic flying machine. Photo at right.

That Halloween night, he flew beautifully from house to house, trick or treating with the kids from the apartment downstairs. . . until it began to rain—thereby ending any possibility of transcontinental flight.

Wishing you and yours a happy, safe, and dry Halloween!

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2008-10-30
First conversation: "Last night I had a dream, Daddy." "Tell me about it." "I dreamed that Mommy and Daddy took me to a museum, and in the museum we saw everything that is alive and everything that is not alive, and there was a wall, and there were monsters sitting on the wall." Second conversation: "Mommy, I'm an announcer for Obama!" "What are you announcing?" "I'm telling everyone that it's OK for girls to marry girls and for boys to marry boys!" The Obama campaign wishes to state that, in fact, it does not endorse gay and lesbian marriage, that Liko is not employed by the campaign, and that Liko will have no role in an Obama administration. Third: Liko is taking a book off the shelf in a bookstore, direct quote: "'I want to read this book,' Liko said, as he took the book off the shelf." And later, eating pizza: "'I love this pizza,' he said, as he ate another piece of pizza." This is becoming a pattern: Liko is narrating his own life, living simultaneously in his life and in the story of his life. His imagination is his life. It's a little bit disconcerting to watch, but also kind of cool.
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2008-10-29
Last week, when Mothering production maven Melyssa Holik was working on a catalog of the products we have available in the Mothering Shop, she realized she needed some photos of the new breastfeeding symbol Ts we sell. Not one to waste time, she immediately set about setting up a shoot in the library with web editor Kristina Morris-Heredia and her family, who were very obliging models. Here's Mel photographing Kristina and her son, Diego. Gotta love that "just do it" spirit. Go, Mel!
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it hits
2008-10-29

 

 

I got to the point

where I stopped mourning

what I would have lost

in near miss situations.

 

why borrow trouble

why brush the shadow

of a gift horse

to a soft sheen?

 

but then I was sitting here

recalling a poem I once wrote

about my son

nursing in cowboy pajamas

 

and I got it

the lightning down my spine

pelting me with cold, unwelcome tears.

 

he slipped away from preschool

and was found by the side of a busy road

throwing bottles against concrete

their forms shattering

like my world, almost.

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still in shock
2008-10-29
Yesterday, Peter called me to tell me that Nathaniel (4) and his friend Charlie (3) snuck away from their teachers and class during the daily arroyo walk, and were found on the sidewalk of a busy street, next to a recycling bin, throwing empties.  Hi.  That is so crazy!  And I'm having the classic Walsh reaction to tragedy/tragedy narrowly averted: every time I think about it, I giggle. Nervous laughter, I guess. Or complete and total joy that THEY'RE STILL ALIVE.  Nathaniel, Nathaniel, Nathaniel. I did one of those things where I hugged him tightly, then admonished him sternly, repeat. I saw Charlie's mom last night at a parent meeting for Honoree's class and we just looked at each other. Like, Oh. My. God. She, too, alternated expressions of dismay and hilarity. "They pulled a Tom and Huck," I said.  And in case any of you are wondering, Nathaniel is still having a lot of fun at school with the phrase "butt crack." And that is now relegated to the category of a "smallie."
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2008-10-28
New studies reveal that "younger women appear to be cheating on their spouses nearly as often as men." How many are we talking about? "University of Washington researchers have found that the lifetime rate of infidelity for men over 60 increased to 28 percent in 2006, up from 20 percent in 1991. For women over 60, the increase is more striking: to 15 percent, up from 5 percent in 1991." In other words, almost three out of ten men have cheated on their wives by the time they hit 60; meanwhile, 1.5 women out of ten have cheated on their husbands. Another survey shows that in any given year, 12 percent of men and 7 percent of women say they have had sex with someone who isn't their spouse. Which sounds about right. For the youngest cohort of happily marrieds, women and men have achieved rough equality when it comes to deceiving their spouses. Why the increases for both men and women? Personally, I have no idea, but researchers advance a number of theories. On the female side, it is likely that more women are just more likely to report infidelity--but it's also the case that contemporary women, who spend less time with young children, just have more opportunities to cheat. In the past, said Helen E. Fisher, research professor of anthropology at Rutgers, men have wanted to think women don’t cheat, and women have wanted men to think they don’t cheat, "and therefore the sexes have been playing a little psychological game with each other." On a practical level, being universally charged with care of young children also pretty much zeroed out opportunities for extracurricular sex for the moms. (As most caregivers of preschoolers know all too well, the Little Children scenario, in which a stay-at-home dad and stay-at-home mom get it on while their respective kids nap every day at the exact same time, is very unlikely.) And as women gain more personal freedom and sexual mores loosen, more women are fessing up to infidelity. It's probably not a coincidence that in urban areas the youngest group of husbands and wives also earn more or less the same amounts of money. These days, "married women are more likely to spend late hours at the office and travel on business. And even for women who stay home, cellphones, e-mail and instant messaging appear to be allowing them to form more intimate relationships." One Atlanta psychiatrist who specializes in family crisis and couples therapy told the New York Times "he has noticed more women talking about affairs centered on 'electronic' contact." Technology might also be driving male infidelity. Researchers blame the widespread availability of pornography on the Internet, which is known to affect sexual behavior, as well as the invention of Viagra, which essentially makes sex outside of marriage possible for senior citizens. OK then. People are cheating more, or at least becoming more likely to cop to it. And this activity is being facilitated by technology. But what's interesting about these studies is that it appears to still be the case that most people, a two thirds majority, don't ever cheat. That goes for men (who are still vastly more likely to admit that they do it) as well as women. You'd expect that over the course of a lifetime most baby boomers (because that's the group we're talking about here) would have dallied at some point--but empirically it appears that they have not. I've often thought that the stereotypical notion that men think with their sexual organs (and its corollary, that women never do) is fundamentally flawed; this usually goes hand in hand with the idea that men are by nature emotionally stunted. Of course, men have rich emotional lives and their relationships with women are more than just sexual. Quite a few studies of womanizing husbands suggest that it is emotional, not just sexual, craving that motivated them to cheat. (I'm not suggesting anything about the maturity of these emotional needs; that's a separate issue.) I think few people would dispute that men are, in general, more consistently horny than women. That makes a certain amount of biological sense: men are constantly producing sperm but women's hormonal cycles make proneness to arousal more periodic. However, as I think most wives (secretly?) realize, the vast majority of men deal with this mismatch through covert masturbation, not cheating. Frankly, it's a complementary part of married life for men, and not a few women. Neither sex is a slave to its biology; our bodies may provide the raw material, as it were, but morality, emotion, and imagination (which allows us to imagine long-term consequences) play much stronger roles in regulating our day-to-day behavior than biological drives ever will.
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2008-10-28
I had a mad craving and ran over to the Chocolatesmith, the Mothering office's nearest and dearest den of vice: www.chocolatesmith.com. Yes, them. They are our Second Street Studios neighbors. I totally gobbled up a dark chocolate-covered peanut butter mini bar...which reminds me of last year, when I bought a bag of Reese's Peanut Butter cups as Halloween giveaway candy...because I didn't like them and wouldn't eat any. Well, guess what? I put them in the freezer to keep them fresh-ish, and one PMSy night I ate one. Well, I realized I liked frozen peanut butter cups...and so here I am, celebrating that anniversary of sorts.  Yesterday I bought a bag of mini Snickers, because they totally gag me. I mean, no doubt. And I am not even going to try them. Just in case.  Hey, if you are wondering about my other favorite organic chocolate source, it's Sjaaks. I love their wee chocolate-covered peanut butter bites...and so did the entire Mothering office! The ones who aren't into the PB thing dug the orange-flavored dark chocolate. 
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2008-10-28
They are striped. You can see if you look on the bridge of my nose...otherwise, the stripes are more subtle. Which is probably a good thing! Hurray for glasses with lenses that aren't scratched to kingdom come. I can see at last. Now if only that Surya henna in Chocolate would arrive...I'd be set. What else is new? Nathaniel's teacher let me know that he was bandying about the word, excuse me, term, "butt crack." He didn't get it from me. It must be all this talk about plumbers...so this morning, I had to remind him to please not use that term at school.  Potty humor never fails to make most of us laugh. I try to strike a balance between not reacting overmuch to the words when they come up, so as to minimize my child repeating them incessantly. But when it starts to get him in trouble with third parties...I wouldn't want him to get mad at me for never correcting him. "It totally blew my college interview when I casually dropped the term 'butt crack.' Why on earth did you never tell me that was off limits?"
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2008-10-27
Her [Asian-American, early 40s]: Everyone we know in San Francisco is always going on about how important diversity is. And when we talk about schools, all the anxiety is about diversity. We worry that if we send kids to private schools, they won't be exposed to diversity. But then their own social networks aren't diverse. Everyone they know is... Him [White, late 30s]: ...white and Asian. Her: Yeah. So, my question is, why put all this emphasis on schools? Why not just send your kid to private school and give them the education you want, but at the same time work on diversifying your social circle? Him: It's harder to diversify social networks because neighborhoods tend to be homogeneous. Her: So why not just move to a black neighborhood if diversity is so important? Him: Ah, well...OK, it's a good question. I guess it's harder to commit to diversity in your personal life than to commit to diverse schools. Her: Why? Him: You have to completely restructure your entire life and you have to practice some kind of personal affirmative action. It's easier for institutions to practice affirmative action than for people to do it. Her: Well, what if we just move to Bayview Hunters Point and send L. to private school? Him: There's no good coffee in Bayview. And no BART station. And no grocery stores, from what I hear. Her: Why does everything have to be this way? Why can't we just all have good public schools? Him: Maybe we will some day. Her: Or maybe we'll just keep expecting other people to do the work for us.
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2008-10-24
Apple posted this to the very top of their homepage today:
No on Prop 8: Apple is publicly opposing Proposition 8 and making a donation of $100,000 to the No on 8 campaign. Apple was among the first California companies to offer equal rights and benefits to our employees’ same-sex partners, and we strongly believe that a person’s fundamental rights — including the right to marry — should not be affected by their sexual orientation. Apple views this as a civil rights issue, rather than just a political issue, and is therefore speaking out publicly against Proposition 8.
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2008-10-24
 

Ever notice how the word parent turns into the word parenthetical if you keep at it long enough?

That's the parental goal, right? To teach and empower and be there so that, as the child grows, we become less and less the subject or object of his or her sentence, more and more a supporting clause . . .

 

(Photo of Reeve earlier this year, with his dad, Tim, receding into the background.)

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2008-10-21

Did I mention we're in a swirl of redesign action over here at Mothering? Yes, indeed. Both the magazine and the website are getting makeovers, and in my pursuit of new design input, I recently came across an exciting find: Thinking with Type by Ellen Lupton. This beautiful foray into the world of typography is a delight to pore over, chock-full of typographical tips, informative examples of design principles put into practice, and info about the historical and cultural contexts for the development of type.

The fun-to-read appendix includes a section called "Free Advice." Here's a sample:

Think more, design less. Many desperate acts of design (drop shadows, gradients and the gratuitous use of transparency) are committed in the void left by a strong concept.  Make the shoe fit, not the foot. Rather than force content into rigid containers, create systems that are flexible and responsive to the material they are intended to accommodate.

Check out the Thinking with Type  website for a peek at what the book offers, as well as some fun and edifying games and projects, all in the name of learning how to be a more intelligent designer.

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2008-10-21
The 26 Most Disturbing Kids Movies Ever: "There are those who believe we must guard and protect children from the hurts and traumas of the big bad world for as long as possible. Then there are those people who believe we should toughen kids up by exposing them to and even pummeling them with terror and depravity." Will Power: "Easily the most unpleasant chore for me as a parent has been writing my will." My Illegal Home Birth: "Giving birth at home was weird, magical — and a felony." I hope this is in good taste: "Let us remember that Barack Obama learned the great lessons of life from courageous white people. Let us speak of those who do what normal, right people should always do when faced with a child--commit an act of love." Obama sign replaced with rebel flag: Leroy C. McLaughlin, a Baptist minister and an Army veteran, came home from work to discover that someone had stolen an Obama sign off his lawn and replaced it with a confederate flag. Here's how McLaughlin, who is black, responded: "I've been praying for them, because we're all going to be charged with what we do," he said. "It's sad that we've grown and we want to keep fighting with something and can't be peaceful and thankful....I feel like this is somebody with a lot of hatred in their heart. It's our job to help the guy try to do better in life."
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recipes?
2008-10-19
Um, no. Here's a visual hint as to why you won't be getting recipes from this blog. Our fridge at home. (Anybody want to take a stab at a recipe that calls for milk, lemonade, Red Bull, and Omega 3 fatty acid capsules?) For a variety of nutritious and tasty recipes, however, check out Peggy's Kitchen online or in the pages of Mothering. You will also find some quick and easy dishes to try at Mothering articles editor Candace Walsh's yummy, breezy blog.
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aromatherapy
2008-10-17
The sea of dry leaves right outside our office door—coupled with a day like today, with a high around 70 and the door wide open. . .
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2008-10-17
Lisa Belkin has a perspective I share:
A study released this week, called “Go Out and Play: Sport and American Families” finds, not surprisingly, that kids who are physically active are healthier and happier. Their family lives are more satisfying and less stressful too, according to the survey of 2000 students (third grade through 12th) and 850 of their parents by the Women’s Sport Foundation. Also not surprising, in a less welcome way, is the finding that things are still not equal for girls and boys when it comes to resources for athletics, particularly in urban areas. And somewhat surprising, and very welcome, is the suggestion in the report that there is a real role for dads in setting the ratios right. When girls were asked to name their mentors when it came to sports and exercise, they mentioned coaches and physical education teachers. In other words, people outside their families. When boys were asked, the top two answers were coaches and fathers. Forty-six percent of boys, compared with 28 percent of girls, credited their father for teaching them “the most” about sports and exercise. My response to news like this is complicated. As a former middle-school girl, back in a day when we wore “bloomer” uniforms for gym and weren’t really expected to ever break a sweat, I root for the girls and the new expectation that they can be strong, too. But as the mother of two sons who are still in the middle of the sports-centric world that is adolescence, I am troubled by the emphasis on athletics, particularly for boys. One of the surprises of parenting is how hard it is to keep a child physically active if they are not athletically talented. Both my kids have sports they enjoy, but they aren’t stars in the sports that have currency here in suburbia – soccer, baseball, football, basketball. Back when I was a kid, you didn’t have to be the best in order to play. There were pick-up games and informal neighborhood play, most of which is now gone. Any time a child older than 7 or 8 takes the field in many neighborhoods, it is with an adult and wearing a uniform. The message comes early — in third grade, maybe fourth — that if you aren’t good you shouldn’t really be on the team, and if you aren’t on the team there’s no place to play. Those fathers who are trying to coach their sons are most likely doing so for a team, not just for the joy of running fast and breathing hard. There is an interesting finding in the foundation’s 180-page report, which says that girls enter sports (read: organized sports) at a later age than boys (7.4 years old compared with 6.8 years old in general) and that girls also drop out sooner than boys. “Girls’ late start may set them up for failure in sports during the middle-school years,” the report says. Failure? By sixth grade? Because you didn’t start at age 6 instead of age 7? That can only be true in a culture in which the only definition of success is making the team. And if, as the foundation finds, our children really are emotionally and physically healthier when they are physically active, then that’s not a definition that is helping them. I understand the lifelong lessons that can be learned on teams. But there are others, which last as long if not longer, that can be learned without them. I didn’t discover that I had muscles, nor the exhilaration of using them, until I was an adult and found a trainer at a gym who dragged me out of my psychological bloomers. My husband, always athletic, did not get on a racing bike until he was 40, and now he rides every chance he gets. My sons, in turn, discovered tennis in their teens, and while they probably won’t be playing Wimbledon, it is a central part of their lives. If fathers want to prepare their daughters for a lifetime of health, then coaching their teams is not the only way. Sometimes it might even be the wrong way. Take your girls for a bike ride. Or on a hike or a run. Or just throw a Frisbee for the fun of it. It counts as a victory, even if nobody wins.
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Good things
2008-10-17
You might have heard about this:
A group of San Francisco first-graders took an unusual field trip to City Hall on Friday to toss rose petals on their just-married lesbian teacher - putting the public school children at the center of a fierce election battle over the fate of same-sex marriage. The 18 Creative Arts Charter School students took a Muni bus and walked a block at noon to toss rose petals and blow bubbles on their just-married teacher Erin Carder and her wife Kerri McCoy, giggling and squealing as they mobbed their teacher with hugs. Mayor Gavin Newsom, a friend of a friend, officiated. A parent came up with the idea for the field trip - a surprise for the teacher on her wedding day. "She's such a dedicated teacher," said the school's interim director Liz Jaroslow.... The students' parents are planning to make a video with the children describing what marriage is to them. Marriage, 6-year-old Nolan Alexander said Friday, is "people falling in love." It means, he added, "You stay with someone the rest of your life."
The San Francisco Chronicle article has drawn over 3,000 comments, many of them full of hate. “It’s just utterly unreasonable that a public school field trip would be to a same-sex wedding,” said Chip White, press secretary for the anti-gay-marriage Proposition 8 campaign. “This is overt indoctrination of children who are too young to have an understanding of its purpose.” As a straight parent in San Francisco--who is raising his son on Castro St., right on the border of Noe Valley and the Castro--I want to tell these people: In San Francisco, this is normal. Hell, my family is going to a lesbian wedding this upcoming weekend. There will be something like twenty kids there, all of them members of my son's community. I can pretty much guarantee that the hateful comments on the Chronicle article are from people who don't live in San Francisco. Because those of us who are raising children in neighborhoods with large numbers of gay and lesbian families know a secret: They are great environments in which to raise kids. We have a good community and we're happy. To people like Chip White, I say: You can rant, you can rave, you can shout your ignorance at my kid through your TV ads, Prop 8 might even pass, but you can't win. Gay and lesbian families are here to stay, and that makes our world a better place.
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2008-10-16
Lovely conversation with Reeve this afternoon. Here's a shot (or, more  technically, a webcam screen capture) of us blithely chatting across seven time zones. An amazing world we live in. . . Is it just me, or do we look like an ad for a radio show? Note to anyone about to do the long-distance parenting thing: computer-to-computer talking via programs like iChat or Skype is a must. And it's FREE.
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2008-10-15
That stuff they tell  you about how one of these days your baby (and by extension, YOU) will sleep through the night, and you'll be back to your normal routine from then on, sleeping all night every night? It's a big fat lie.  Even now, more than 18 years since Reeve first slept through the night, he manages to keep me awake. And from thousands of miles away. Since he left for Scotland at the end of September, I've found myself awake when I should be sleeping. Often. Late nights and early mornings. Talking with him via phone or Skype, emailing, Facebooking, or simply lying there in the dark, wondering or worrying or remembering . . . Oh, well. At least the potty-training stuck.
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2008-10-15
Not to ridicule my music school "freshie" newly out on his own, but I just got an urgent phone call from Glasgow: "Quick question, Mom: Will it hurt clothes to wash them in the washing machine without soap?"
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2008-10-15
While we were finalizing the November-December issue last week, fellow staffers salivated over page proofs for the latest Peggy's Kitchen article on . . . cupcakes.  For a couple of years now, we've been privileged to work with food photographer Brian Yarvin for our Peggy's Kitchen pieces. Brian whips up the recipes we want to see—after going out himself to select the necessary ingredients, utensils, equipment, dinnerware—and then photographs them. Diversely talented and seemingly undaunted, Brian has done all kinds of things for us, from boiling bones to baking cakes to making holiday pork roasts . . .
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2008-10-14
Sue Shellenbarger at the Wall Street Journal has a solid overview of work-life issues in the presidential campaign:
Ellen Galinsky, president of the nonprofit Families and Work Institute, a nonpartisan research organization, quizzed spokesmen for both candidates’ campaign organizations recently in a conference call with more than 100 corporate executives and advocates. Transcripts were published today on the Institute’s Web site. [Note: If you have the time, click over to the transcript; it makes for instructive reading.] The transcripts pose some sharp contrasts. Sen. Obama supports expanding federal mandates for both paid and unpaid leave for employees, a spokeswoman said. He would move to require employers to provide seven paid sick days a year for employees who are ill, or who need to care for a sick family member. He backs expanding the Family and Medical Leave Act to cover more employees, including those at businesses with 25 employees instead of 50, as the current law requires. He’d expand allowable purposes for family leave, including more elder-care duties and children’s school matters. He’d provide some federal funds to encourage more states to mandate paid leave. Sen. Obama also backs setting up a formal process for employees to petition their employers for flexible hours, with employers mandated to at least reply. Sen. McCain wants to make labor laws more flexible, to allow employers to pay workers for overtime in compensatory time off, rather than money. He advocates creating a bipartisan commission on workplace flexibility, to figure out how to overhaul and update labor and tax laws to promote flexible hours and telecommuting. He wouldn’t back expanding the family-leave law or mandating paid family or sick leave. “Sen. McCain has not been one to issue mandates on what a business would choose to pay” for leave, a spokeswoman said. He does propose to bring down health care costs to give businesses more latitude to provide paid leave if they choose.
Bottom line: The Republican Party is on the side of employers, the Democrats are on the side of parents, especially poor, working- class, and middle-class parents. As if you needed any more reasons to vote for Obama.
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2008-10-10
On the day after the 2006 elections, I wrote about my cousin Stephen, a captain who had left the Air Force because of the toll frequent wartime deployments took on him and his family. When I spoke to Stephen and his wife, both conservative Christians, they were clearly weary and demoralized, but happy to be out of the service and starting the next chapter of their life. But things have gone poorly since then. Stephen was unable to find work that allowed him to support his family and still be the involved dad that he wants to be; as I understand it, the best job he could get was as a commercial pilot, which took him away from his wife and two children for long periods of time. Even that job apparently disappeared, though I don't know the details. Earlier this week, my mother told me that Stephen has decided to rejoin the Air Force; as she describes it, he had no choice. He was a jobless father and vet in an economy that is in the process of falling apart. The Air Force, which he seemed to hate by the end, is apparently the only option he has left. And that, to me, is our country's crisis in a nutshell. It's heartbreaking.
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2008-10-10
The Cosmetic Market is offering Mothering a special deal-io.  First of all, they offer FREE SHIPPING up to $75. And, they have a special green beauty section called Ekoh.  Even better: they want to give us Mothering gals a discount of 20% from today through November 10. Here's the code: MOTHERING.  And here's the link to their offerings: www.thecosmeticmarket.com/home.php?pageid=19 A great way to make holiday shopping a little less painful this year, what with the economy being so fruity.  I'm tempted by their CARGO Plant Love lipsticks. The "plastic" tube is made of corn, and the cardboard package is embedded with flower seeds.  Just need to stock up on basics? They have Crystal Rock Deodorant, Shady Day sunblock products, and more.
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addictive salad
2008-10-10
Everyone's been loving it. I'm not exactly a big salad person, but I eat this one as if it's a big bowl of ziti. Incidentally, it tastes great with ziti. Or Shirl's lasagna (which is made with artichoke pasta, divine).   Spinach, Roasted Red Pepper, Goat Cheese and Pinon Nut Salad (with optional chicken) Big bag o' spinach jar of roasted red peppers, drained and sliced (a nice extra: a caramelized roasted onion)  2 T. crumbled goat cheese handful of pinon nuts (preferably toasted) just-cooked chicken tenderloins (about 1/4 lb) 1 T. each of balsamic vinegar and olive oil squirt of honey or agave nectar Make the dressing: put both the olive oil and balsamic in a small bowl, add the honey or nectar, and briskly whisk with a fork. Add it to the spinach and toss. Add the cheese, nuts, chicken, and peppers, and give it all a good stir. It can work as a meal or a side, depending on the portion.
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the flavor
2008-10-10
where x = (I was overcome and found myself on a) then y = seventy-some bucks deducted from my checking account, and z=satisfaction that comes from eating the foods that make my kapha-pitta body sing. I have been so bad over the last few months. I am old enough to know that if I eat certain foods, my body purrs like a performance machine. If I eat certain other ones, I am a bloated, backfiring jalopy. Wheat is not my friend. My body loves iron, but if I have more than a little beef, I get all backed up. Cheese? Definitely not the kind that melts in burritos. One spoon of sour cream or ice cream can shut me down instantaneously. But it's not lactose intolerance across the board. I'm actually more okay with say, a shmear of Brillat- Savarin or St. André than shredded bag cheddar. I could go on and on. Anyway, I'm doing a bit of a "I give up, you're right, I want to come home to you, black beans, red lentils, chard, kale, acorn squash, eggs and millet toast..." because I want to feel awesome again. Not logy and puffy! I'm refocusing on ayurvedic guidelines for my kapha-pitta constitution, but also kind of checking out the eating by blood type thing...very loosely...as soon as I feel like something is too restrictive and limiting, I'm so turned off. But, happily, most of the foods on my ayurvedic list are the ones I like best, and the no-nos are the ones I can do without, but once told myself I should like, because my parents did, or because, like olives, they seemed sophisticated (and I do like olives, after I got over the initial ick--especially Nicoise olives. But I digress).  So, long story short, I ate millet and red lentils (with shallots and broccoli) last night, and some steamed acorn squash. I have chard in the fridge, as well as a new jar of Udo's Blend Healthy Fast Food. According to my blood type guideline, I'd be best off as a vegetarian, and to be honest, I am not feeling much need for meat, chicken, fish at the moment...it'll be there. For breakfast, I had an egg poached in Imagine Bistro black bean bisque, with millet bread toast, and spicy roasted pumpkin seeds sprinkled on top.  The paradigm shift: Laura and I were at Annapurna Wednesday night, and I ordered the special, half a roasted acorn squash loaded up with kitchari, with vegan gravy on the side. Total earthy autumn yum.  The kids are doing extemporaneous yoga in the hallway. Honorée needs to work on her yoga teacher affect...she's being a bit of a terror. Must intervene.
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2008-10-08

It's a magazine! With a cover and everything! (It was touch and go there for a while.) We finally delivered the final files to the press Monday afternoon, much to the relief of all of us. . .

Cigar, anyone?

 

 

 

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Wow
2008-10-06
A creative new study reveals a new dimension of the wage gap between men and women:
In previous studies, academics have looked at variables like years of education and the effects of outside forces such as nondiscrimination policies. But gender was always the constant. What if it didn't have to be? What if you could construct an experiment in which a random sample of adults unexpectedly changes sexes before work one day? Kristen Schilt, a sociologist at the University of Chicago and Matthew Wiswall, an economist at New York University, couldn't quite pull off that study. But they have come up with the first systematic analysis of the experiences of transgender people in the labor force. And what they found suggests that raw discrimination remains potent in U.S. companies. Schilt and Wiswall found that women who become men (known as FTMs) do significantly better than men who become women (MTFs). MTFs in the study earned, on average, 32% less after they transitioned from male to female, even after the authors controlled for factors like education levels. FTMs earned an average of 1.5% more.
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2008-10-06
Paid Family Leave in the United States and Around the World: "Just 13 percent of U.S. employers offered paid paternity leave in 2008, according to a survey by the Society for Human Resource Management (SHRM), down from 17 percent in 2007. (By comparison, SHRM found that only 15 percent of U.S. employers offer paid maternity leave.) But the news among the 100 Best Companies isn’t all about growth; the number of paid weeks offered to new dads last year averaged three weeks, only a week more than was offered on average five years ago." (Dads: I really recommend reading this article.) Dear Lucy: "There will come a night when the phone rings for me to bail you out of jail and I will probably be angry. I will drive to the jail and mull over the possibility of smoking cigarettes again. But I hope that I’ll be able to remember the day you stormed a soccer field to devour the horizon. Because on that day your rebellion made me smile. You reminded me that I am truly inside your bones, testing the limits of what can be done." A Mother’s Perspective on Palin, Disability Issues, and Reproductive Rights: "My son Ansel always hated the notion, growing up, that he should hang around with other 'disabled' kids. If I tried to hook him up with the other physically challenged boy in his school, or wanted to send him to muscular dystrophy camp, he resisted. 'Mom,' he'd complain, 'Just because I use a wheelchair doesn't mean I have anything in common with other people in wheelchairs.' He thought that, even though muscular dystrophy was a genetic illness he had, it was only a very small part of who he was. And I had to rather reluctantly agree." Another way of thinking about "racism without racists": "Allow me the liberty of generalizing here--whites are most concerned about racial bigotry. That is, 'I don't believe in interracial marriage' or 'I don't want black people living next to me' or even 'I think black people are prone to crime.' Black folks don't like racial bigotry, but they're mostly concerned--not about racism as bigotry--but racism as oppression. That's a loaded word, I know. But let's go to the dictionary-- 'an unjust or cruel exercise of authority or power.' I think job discrimination falls under that category. I think redlining falls under that category... Blacks aren't so much worried about whether white people like them, they're worried about the fact that in New York City, their job prospects are about the same as white guy with a record. In that world you can have a guy who isn't a racist bigot--but in fact is a racist oppressor. It may be 'racism without racists' but it's still 'racism with racist oppressors.' Frankly, that terrifies me."
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productivity
2008-10-04
Energy is funny. Just when I think I don't have any, some comes rushing in and I accomplish things I'd given up on doing on my own.  Yesterday, H. had her first field trip...the class went hiking, collected falling leaves, sketched them. It was an impromptu field trip, which meant that I had to run around wrangling a bunch of different things in under 24 hours. Lace-up shoes (not the sturdy mary janes we had on hand). A small, unlined notebook. A light jacket. A sun hat. A small day pack. Sunblock. I did have the weirder stuff--the notebook, as H. got 2 recently at her birthday party. A small day pack: we grabbed the mini lunch backpack, which had enough pockets to hold the notebook, pencil, and sunblock, as well as her lunch. I asked her dad if he had her sneakers, but he couldn't find them, and so we all went out to Target at 9pm (good times!) after watching the debate at Elizabeth's super-charming, new old house. Nathaniel fell asleep in the car. That boy has gotten heavy since the days that I tucked him in a sling of any kind. I carried him to the shoe section, then put him down on the carpeted floor, my purse as a pillow, so I could help Honorée try on sneakers. I spied a cart, wheeled it over, placed him in that, with the purse as pillow once more, and then Honorée, a few minutes later, dropped her box of sneakers on his face. Luckily, he just made a slightly disgruntled noise and fell back asleep. She, though, cried, because she felt so bad. I don't know; this type of scenario would usually have me on my broom, but I felt sanguine all the way through (until Nathaniel strained against me as  tried to put him in his car seat...then I got a little snappish). Maybe it was because I found some really cute rugby stripe knee socks in navy and heather gray or black and heather gray, I'm not sure which, I'm colorblind in that particular area.  In the morning, Peter told me he found her sneakers ("way under the bed") but I'd already been to big T and also, I think the ones he found were a tad small on her, which would have made the hike less comfortable. She loves her new sneaks...I do too. They are white and creamy sky blue, and remind me of the Asics I had when I ran track in high school.  I did, however, ask Peter to come over with the light jacket and sun hat, but he didn't have time, so I told him to put them in a bag at the end of the driveway, (because I would be that unable to waste an extra second kibitzing or even walking up to the front porch)  and drove by there on my way to school.  And I almost forgot to send Nathaniel to school with snack, but I remembered at the last minute. It was a very clown car morning.  Redemptively, it was Friday, which meant there was a coffee table out by the parking lot, with a small group of parents gathered around chatting. Nathaniel loves coming up and cadging a piece of coffee cake, and I love the free joe, and catching up with friends. But, given that I can be a total Shy Boots, I sometimes feel awkward when I don't know anyone. Plus, I have a bad memory when it comes to remembering if I've met someone. So this super-nice couple said hi to me and I made myself initiate a conversation--"So you have a kid in the kindergarten?" "Yes, Jason, he was in the preschool last year," "Right, with Nathaniel," (of course, I've probably met you already) "So, how does he like it?" Next thing you know we were having a real conversation, and it came up that they, too, have a "Heather has Two Houses" situation, where the certain things--hats, jackets, shoes...always seem to be at the other parent's house when you need them. We found some common ground...it is usually always there if I get over myself and just put myself out there a bit. And it was comforting common ground; I think I had one mother of a single-mom 12 hour stretch, and it was really nice to chat with people in the same situation.  Well, I went way off track, because I was planning on telling you how we came home last night from work and school pickups, and we whipped this house into (better) shape--I've been working on the Holiday Toy Special, which will be in the Nov/Dec issue (woot woot!) and have fallen behind on la casa, big time. The kids cleaned their room (with the expected share of grandstanding and ballyhooing), I shelved books, vacuumed, wiped, put things in their places, took out the trash, broke down boxes, brought out recycling, and watered the plants, inside and out. *snap* For weeks I've been unable to get a real entry point into making this place more orderly.  The other thing I wanted to mention: Honorée and I went out to lunch at the Chocolate Maven, and sat right against the glass wall that shows their industrial bakery goings-on. We were just agog. We sat right beside the pain-au-chocolatier, and watching all those sticks of Callebaut chocolate go into the super-long rows of pastry dough was very absorbing. Honorée almost fell over when she saw the guy chuck an inch or two of raw pain-o-chocolat into the trash bin. She would have preferred to gobble it down herself! Then she got to have a cupcake with a pink rose on top, which reminds me of my favorite children's book, Molly's Moe by Kay Chorao...she gets someone's unclaimed birthday cake, festooned with frosting roses, at the end. Waldorf has a policy of closing early on Fridays, and it's been a lovely way for the two of us to have Mommy-Daughter time, because I pick her up, we have lunch or get a manicure, and then go back to work. She is really well-behaved at work these days, so it isn't stressful--it's really pleasant. Mr. Boy wants breakfast...I must sign off. Happy weekend!
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2008-10-03
Here, predictably, was my favorite part of the vice-presidential debate. From Biden:
Look, I understand what it's like to be a single parent. When my wife and daughter died and my two sons were gravely injured, I understand what it's like as a parent to wonder what it's like if your kid's going to make it. I understand what it's like to sit around the kitchen table with a father who says, "I've got to leave, champ, because there's no jobs here. I got to head down to Wilmington. And when we get enough money, honey, we'll bring you down." I understand what it's like. I'm much better off than almost all Americans now. I get a good salary with the United States Senate. I live in a beautiful house that's my total investment that I have. So I -- I am much better off now. But the notion that somehow, because I'm a man, I don't know what it's like to raise two kids alone, I don't know what it's like to have a child you're not sure is going to -- is going to make it -- I understand. I understand, as well as, with all due respect, the governor or anybody else, what it's like for those people sitting around that kitchen table. And guess what? They're looking for help. They're looking for help.
That felt true and heartfelt to me; I don't think he was faking it. Whatever his shortcomings, this is a man who has experienced great pain, reflected on that pain, and allowed it to inform his work as a senator. In contrast, I felt that Palin spoke about her family in the most robotic, scripted, shallow ways imaginable. She loves them at home, I have no doubt, but on the job she's using her children as campaign props. Does that contrast provide any reason to vote for one or the other? Not by itself, but in both the presidential and vice-presidential debates, both Obama and Biden have expressed depths of feeling and experience that I find tremendously encouraging. These are not careless men. Alas, a Blog made a good observation:
Biden choked up in that moment, as I think one would forever. He wasn’t grandstanding, and he wasn’t attacking Palin, he was simply making a point: that dads, too, know about household fears. That just as Palin is not disqualified from talking about the statehouse just because she’s a woman, Biden is not disqualified from talking about his home life just because he’s a man. It was, ironically, the most feminist moment of the debate.
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2008-10-03
The lovely Petra at Mixed Emotions is offering Mothering readers a 10% discount on the deck.  The code is MOTHERING. The link is http://www.mixed-emotions.com.
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2008-10-02
1. The Anti-Proposition 8 Ad Campaign: I know. You're sick of political commercials. We all are. But the ads against California's anti-gay-marriage Proposition 8 are somehow managing to transcend the genre: They're actually poetic and moving on a deep human level. Unfortunately, Wordpress isn't allowing me to post movies to this blog, but you can view two of the ads here and here. You won't regret watching them; you might even feel happier after you do. Seriously. 2. Beacon Press: OK, this is the publisher for my forthcoming book The Daddy Shift, and so I guess it's lame for me to put them in my top three. But Beacon isn't an ordinary publisher--they're a mission-driven nonprofit, and, let me tell you as an author and editor, working with them is way different than working with certain other publishing houses. No, they don't pay as well as big commercial houses, and, yes, the chances of me getting on Oprah to talk about The Daddy Shift are approximately zero. And yet it's such a pleasure to work with people who care so passionately about books and ideas. In today's global, hyper-competitive, sped-up, multimedia marketplace, Beacon is one of a dying breed. And they have a nifty little blog, too. 3. Spider Man: My son loves Spider Man, and so do I. I find myself spending quite a lot of time these days explaining Peter Parker's personal history and the origins of supervillains like Doc Oc, the Sandman, and Electro. Like all right-thinking parents, I'm vaguely uncomfortable with describing scenes of mayhem, which is practically inevitable--what's the point of having superstrength if you aren't using it to punch out bank robbers or having spider sense if not to detect danger? But one thing I've realized in telling and retelling these stories is that they are as much about the virtues of self-restraint and responsible behavior as they are about action and adventure--much more so than other superhero stories. "With great power comes great responsibility," said Uncle Ben to Peter Parker. It's good advice for my son to hear, and for all of us.
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2008-10-01
Woo-hoo! Just shipped the Mothering 2009 calendar to the printer! Huge relief. High-fives, cartwheels, and the riotous honking of horns! Ahem. We now return to the regularly scheduled issue already in progress.
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2008-10-01
Pelican. On an uber-crazy deadline day like today, nothing would be getting done at my desk without the focus this band's music provides. Thanks, guys; I owe you.
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2008-09-30
Shortly after I started working full time again, Liko and I developed a tradition: On certain Sundays we take the F train downtown and we spend the afternoon watching hockey or figure skating, playing on the playground, going to museums, eating. This past Sunday I took him ice skating. We had tried it about a year ago and I had concluded that it was too early. But on Sunday he took right to the ice, and we skated around and around the rink, holding hands, and neither of us could stop smiling. Later we went to the playground and Liko hooked up with two little girls, twins, about six years old. "Did you guys go ice skating?" he asked. They nodded. "Did you see me? I was really good!" They laughed, as they should have, and ran to the slide. Liko chased them. Later we rode the merry go round and I watched his face and I thought, I'm happy. That night I put him to bed. "I love you, Dada," he said as he nodded off. Then on Monday I read that the House voted to reject the $700 billion bailout package. Today I read that the war in Iraq continues to go badly; we're now losing the war in Afghanistan. An internal Justice Department investigation has concluded that White House fired federal prosecutors for political reasons, while a former CIA official pleads guilty to fraud--just two examples, plucked at random from today's headlines, of the ideological corruption that now seem to permeate American institutions. The word I keep hearing in all these articles, the common thread that connects all these scandals, is "trust"--it seems that we no longer have enough it. People don't trust banks, banks don't trust each other, and neither trusts our political leaders or judicial system. I'm not a sky-is-falling kind of guy; I tend to see history as the story of progress, and I have a great deal of faith in the creativity, decency, and resilience of human beings. But the signs and portents are not good; it is now very likely that America is about to enter a full-blown crisis, one that will unfold on every level: spiritual, psychological, philosophical, financial, political, and military. Every institution will be affected, and so will every person. Am I being melodramatic? I really don't think so. America could conceivably pull out of its nosedive, but at a certain point you have to admit, if only to yourself, that we are going to crash. Journalists keep raising the specter of the Great Depression, but we're not going to see history repeat itself; America is a different place than it was in the 1930s or, for that matter, the 1960s, two previous crisis points. The next decade will be as different from those two decades as they were from each other. In retrospect, both the 30s and the 60s were bridges; the Depression and New Deal completed the modernization of America, readying us for the role we occupied in the second half of that century; the 60s laid the foundation for the values we have needed in the twenty first century: diversity, tolerance, cosmopolitanism. It's conceivable that the next decade will also be a bridge, though where it's going, I have no idea. At the moment, it seems that we are on the now-proverbial "bridge to nowhere," built by nihilists, but I don't want to believe that. I can't; I'm a dad. For me, for all of us responsible for