August 28th, 2010

Ditch the Care Bears and Have Some Ice Cream

The fact that I am finding the time to write this while wrapped in a towel on the couch as my children play a game in the bathroom featuring characters named Charlie Pimple and Diaper should qualify me as a writing mama. I’ve been one since the day darling Frances (aka Charlie Pimple) arrived on the scene.

However, being a Writing Mama is a whole different ball of Play-Doh.

The Writing Mamas are the ice cream truck at the park of local writing groups. They’ve been written up here, there and everywhere for their cold and creamy menu of treats such as excellent guest speakers, (authors, agents, publishers) and networking time, followed by critique circles. Special events like the Mama Monologues where members read their work are the M&Ms on top of the ice cream.

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August 20th, 2010

When the Bloom of Friendship Fades

When I was pregnant with my first child and tried to imagine all the ways my life would change once I became a mother, I didn’t think about my own friendships. I worried about the inevitable loss of independence and freedom, about the impact, positive and negative, of a child on my marriage, and about silly vain things like getting fat and my boobs shrinking. Yet I didn’t really give much thought to the role that friendships play in my life and how much my relationships with my close friends would evolve and change in the coming years.

Some changes come with the territory of being married—we do (appropriately enough) turn more to our husbands now than we do to our friends for advice and solace. As a result, we share less with our friends, and consequently our friends are less in tune with the nuances of our lives. Some of it has to do with age—we go out less, have quiet nights at home more, and socialize less. But a lot of it has to do with having kids. Continue… »

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August 12th, 2010

Wild Man

My husband David loves fishing. I married a man whose Dad would drop him off with his rod, reel, and bait at a fishing spot in Greenbrae and not come back to get him for a few hours. David spends a good part of our summers plotting his next fishing trip. He will search for the perfect fly, make dates with experienced guides, e-mail back and forth to his fishing buddy, and more, just to be able to cast his line in clean waters and catch and release rainbow trout.

Upon his return, I take in his fishing stories with all the interest I can muster as I love fish, but that is when I am eating them. I call him a “Wild Man” as he recounts hiking through treacherous brambles where fresh mountain lion droppings are evident on boulders nearby. Continue… »

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August 5th, 2010

The Four Musketeers

The girls met the first day of kindergarten, peering out from behind our legs as we tried to pry them loose with reassurances and fake smiles. We clutched our daughters with one hand, Kleenex with the other. The teacher, soft and ample as a grandmother, coaxed the girls onto the rug for circle time, while the Parent Club coaxed us away with coffee and pastries.

Before long, we couldn’t pry the girls away from each other. Felicia, Rose, Shannon, and my Emma were inseparable, like a litter of exuberant puppies. Everybody called them the Four Musketeers. Continue… »

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July 27th, 2010

Making Musical Memories

Recently my husband, David, me, our daughter, Alicia, 27, and son, Dante, 22, saw Sir Paul McCartney and his band at a concert in San Francisco. Talk about a night to remember! It was all that and more. For my husband and me to experience the former Beatle belting out hits from our youth with our beloved children by our side meant the world to us.

Paul told us stories about his famous songs. He said he wrote “Blackbird” during the civil rights movement to try and create positive change through peace and equality.

As he paid tribute to his slain former band member, John Lennon, he coaxed the crowd to chime in together with, “All we are saying — is give peace a chance.”

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The Writing Mamas write about all things mommy. We talk about the love. The insanity. The multi-hued poop. Our words, raw, honest, touching, and LOL. We call our writing the Mama Monologues © and they're all about What We Really Think, Say and Wish We Could Say about REAL MOTHERHOOD. And we do.

August 23rd, 2010

Don’t Judge a (Face)book by its Cover

It seems to be trendy to express contempt for Facebook. “I would never waste my time with that,” or “why would I care that someone is buying a sandwich?” are a few common retorts I heard recently. It fascinates me that socially liberal people who gladly accept anyone based on their race, gender or age quickly dismiss others based on their technology.

When I tell them I love Facebook, I am immediately downgraded in their opinion as someone whose mental age hovers around puberty. Continue… »

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August 16th, 2010

Teacher’s Hugs a Touchy Subject

My daughter’s elementary school had just let out for summer when I received an e-mail with disturbing news. An adored PE teacher–young, single and charismatic–had resigned after school administrators expressed concern over his affectionate ways with our kids.

One of the things I’ve always loved about our school is its warm, nurturing culture. Both students and their families appreciate, and even expect, hugs from teachers, most of whom are female. In my daughter’s case, at least, I believe that the special bonds she’s formed with her teachers have been as valuable as what she’s learned in class. Continue… »

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August 9th, 2010

Trust and Gratitude

I have been on a spiritual path for some years now, and one of the things I have been learning recently is how to trust. Trust in a Higher Power, trust in the Universe, trust in myself.

Having gratitude has been an important factor in helping me to trust. Writing a gratitude list every day is supposed to be especially helpful. I say the list in my head rather than writing it down as I’m just too damn lazy! It doesn’t seem to matter though as I really feel like the magic is starting to work. Continue… »

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August 1st, 2010

A Preventable Epidemic

When my nine-year-old daughter and I walked into the pediatrics waiting room, we noticed most of the patients wore yellow surgical masks. When they coughed, I did not need to ask why they needed medical attention.

One might think that my daughter and I were in Africa, Mexico, or a very impoverished part of Los Angeles. Afterall, children in the United States have been vaccinated for whooping cough (also known as pertussis) for decades.

But we were at Kaiser Terra Linda, which is located in wealthy, educated Marin County. One of the county’s biggest outbreaks of whooping cough is occurring at my children’s schools located in Fairfax and San Anselmo. In 2009, 7.1 percent of Marin County’s parents exempted their children from kindergarten immunizations. Vaccine programs rely on herd immunity, and when a sizeable proportion of the population does not protect themselves, everyone is at risk. Continue… »

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