I was never nauseous when I was pregnant. Not one day. Not even before Truman, when that blighted ovum sat in my uterus fooling me by placing a plus-sign on my pee stick. But I thought about it. I thought once while opening the fridge that I might feel a little queasy. I was so excited I called my husband. But that feeling passed even before my husband picked up the other line. I was fine.
If I had a wave of anything remotely like nausea it would be when I thought about or walked into Italian restaurants. I kept this …read more

Nothing prepared me for the mess my child would make once he began teaching himself to eat. It overwhelmed me. My new, custom breakfast room drapes and freshly painted walls were covered with specks of food. I simply couldn’t get it all off. I finally resorted to spot-cleaning the drapes with Shout and painting over the nastiest wall stains.
When our son was about a year old, we got up the nerve to venture out and take him to some of the nicer restaurants. Truman left a generous mess. After one particularly messy trip to our favorite casual Italian restaurant, GianMarco’s, …read more