By Evie Peck When I was about 29, my best friend from high school, Tia, set me up on a date with Bradley, a guy from her husband’s work. Tia was obsessed (as only a best friend can be) with the fact that I wasn’t close to finding a husband and starting a family. She […]
We recently returned from a trip to Denver to visit with my sister and her family. It was a great trip. I completely logged off all my techie tools (ok, almost, there was a periodic post to Facebook of the cousins playing). It was a great feeling. The trip was just what I needed, a […]
I think I’ve talked about this before. Its always on my mind. Dating. I don’t even know where to start with it. Even sitting down to write this I have many long pauses between sentences and thoughts. I should probably start with I never was a big dater, even in high school. I remember clearly […]
By Evie Peck It was an overcast morning. “Wanna go to the park?” I asked, when I saw that my 19-month-old son Spenser had pulled everything out of his kitchen cabinet (all the stuff that is child safe like my Gladware, boxes of jello, bags of pasta etc.). “Yeah!” he said, but he would have said that […]
By Evie Peck When I was about 5 months pregnant I went to a friend’s dinner party. We met at a restaurant in Hollywood. I was through the morning sickness and the extreme exhaustion and was excited to go out. I hadn’t bought any maternity clothes yet. I was wearing a lot of my normal […]
By Evie Peck Lois When I was 29, I dated a guy named Louis for a few months. I liked him. He was nice and cute and sexy and had a real job (he was a lawyer, not an artist). We saw each other about once or twice a week. He wasn’t my […]
It’s a deep, deep moan. The kind that comes from your diaphragm. One that I am sure actors and actresses work for years to perfect. It’s just a constant moan that ends in a high pitched squeal. Over and over about absolutely everything. “I neeeeeeed (moan tone) millllk (high pitch squeal).” It’s his new […]
It’s funny talking to other parents about their kids. I suppose I’ve done the same things, and only now that I’m a few years into this whole thing do I have a point of reference for topics of conversation. I was chatting with a a mom at a park and she was telling me […]
By Melissa Mensavage …Monkey do. I am sure if I had the time to open up any parenting book I would see the ‘monkey see, monkey do’ phase in the two-almost-three-year-old section. That is all Max does these days, sees something someone else is doing and then does it himself. I know at home […]
I’ve been asking myself this question quite a bit lately: what does it mean to be a mother? What does it mean to be a single mother, and by choice? And I really haven’t come up with a decent satisfactory answer yet. I mean I could state the obvious of motherhood – feeding, bathing, educating […]
