Hello.
My name’s not really Eve.
And “Must be Motherhood” is a lame blog name. Alliterative qualities aside, it’s hokey.
I join you in rolling your eyes at the title of my blog, as do my small sons, Pitter and Patter. Their father, Sweet Cheeks joins in your dismay at the altogether uninspiring group of words.
What can I say? It was the best I could come up with back in early 2007, when I was an exhausted, depressed, first-time mom relocated to the Midwest from a life in the big cities of the east, putting most of my verbal energy into finishing my MFA thesis.
I write about life in the Midwest, nostalgia for Boston, New York, and my twenties, feminism, body image, breast feeding, child rearing, pregnancy, and all the other usual crap.
If you want to tell me I’ve misspelled a word or something of the sort, you can email me at mustbemom at yahoo dot com. A warning: I’ll probably tell you to stuff it because I am tyred.
4 Comments
March 21, 2007 at 2:38 am
hello! your wee one is unbelievably cute and charming. I’m enjoying finally getting caught up with your hoosier exploits. at least you seem to have a sense of humor about it all.
I will be in ft wayne for the 1st week in april with toddler in tow – perhaps we could arrange a visit? I know it’s not super close, but I imagine I’ll be wanting to escape my grandmother, so I could make a side trip. would love to see you!
xoxo
shana
April 3, 2008 at 7:50 pm
Hi!
I wandered over from Frema’s blog. I’m loving your stuff! I am also an exhausted first-time mom, about to relocate from New York City to Central Alabama, so I think we’ll have a lot in common. Looking forward to reading more from you! Feel free to check out my blog: http://marcusandjenlane.blogspot.com.
Best,
Jen L.
April 18, 2008 at 4:48 pm
In my bedside table, I have a book I’ve been adding to since my Pitter was born. He’s now going into the Navy at the ripe age of almost 24. (I cry! I scream! I place every blessing I can conjure around him. I let him go. Following his own dreams, not mine.)
The book, it’s for me I realized, not him. My rantings, joyful and not, for my sanity and connection to my future self. His life goes it’s own way, hopefully long and wise.
Teach your children well; their hopes and dreams depend on it.
Love You, keep breathing,
BSR
May 3, 2009 at 1:20 am
hey,
read your comment on baron baptiste. i am a yoga teacher, mum to 2 living in london. i concur with your message to mr. baptiste. also, after living in london for 7 years i will be relocating to america this summer with my kids and (maybe) my aussie boyfriend, my daughter’s father.
i read your blog about your feelings moving from the east coast to the mid-west. i think it will be a bit like that with us. i just want to find a spot in america where people have your sort of sensibility.
any suggestions? i teach yoga, partner is a garden designer and sculptor, kids are 11 and almost 3.
many thanks,
anisha