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The Great Interview Experiment

February 29, 2008 · 3 Comments

As a participant in The Great Interview Experiment, I had the wonderful opportunity to interview Sarah author of the blog Pink Cereal and Raspberries and This Girl Can Write. It was great fun, and here’s how it went:

Q1: Cool blog title! How did you get it?

The blog used to be called Quarter Life Crisis when I started writing it in 2002.  After a couple of years though, I certainly felt my life was no longer in crisis, and I needed a new name.  My favorite breakfast treat at the time happened to be Pink Cereal and Raspberries (a strawberry flavored Frosted Mini Wheats and actual, fresh raspberries on top), and I thought that the blog about my life should be positive and upbeat and should remind me to enjoy the simple pleasures in life…simple pleasures like pink cereal and raspberries.

Q2: I see you actually have 2 blogs. Why the separation?

My other blog, “This Girl Can Write,” is mostly fiction, and if not fiction, it’s more “creative” writing than just my random thoughts on the world.  I wanted to keep this separate from my real life as a way to encourage me in my creative writing. 

Q3: Do you blog openly or secretly? In other words, do mom, dad, and Wine Guy know about/visit your blog? Why or why not? If so, do you find that you sensor yourself? Do you ever wish it was the other way? Does Wine Guy blog? Do you read it?

I blog openly – in fact, several of my “real world” friends are regular readers…some even comment on a regular basis and two even have blogs of their own on my blogroll!  My parents and Wine Guyknow that I blog.  My mom reads and comments. My dad is treated to selective pieces, particularly the ones where I write about how great he is, haha. Wine Guy has seen the blog and teases me about writing a blog that’s all about him, but he’s not a regular reader (that I know of!).

I censor myself to a degree, and there are those in my life (like my dear friend Irene, who even has a “tag” devoted just to her) who get the full-on uncensored version. 

WG soooo does not blog…oh that question made me laugh.

Q4: You knew this was coming, so I have to ask: What is your favorite book? Your favorite author? The book that you recommend to everyone? A book that you feel is soooo overrated?

In all honesty, my favorite book growing up was Sixth Grade Can Really Kill You by Barthe DeClements. I checked that out of every library I could.  Now, I have a bit more mature tastes, haha.  I tend to recommend the brit lit/chick lit authors like Anna Maxted, Jane Green and Marian Keyes, because I love the fact that they make these “women’s” topics into something more meaningful than a harlequin romance, and I like the British lingo. 

I also like to dive into non-fiction and just finished a biography of Harper Lee and will soon read a (possibly) depressing book recommended by a fellow librarian about the Holocaust called If This Be a Man by Primo Levi. I like to be entertained, I like to learn, I like to laugh, I like to at least feel like crying.  I read quite a bit, as you might imagine, and a few friends and I swap books around, so I get a wide variety.

Overrated? Oh, just about anything by John Grisham lately.

Q5: When someone comes into the library and says something to you like “can you help me find the new Danielle Steel book” is it everything you can do not to throw him or her on the ground and beat them; or, alternatively, suggest about 4,852 books (off the top of your head) that are better than anything Danielle Steel has ever written?

Honestly, I’m so thrilled if someone comes in and knows the author’s name that I jump all over it and find the book. I can’t tell you how often I get the question, “Can you help me find a book? I don’t know the author or the title. Or what it’s about.” 

Q6: Did you always want to be a librarian? If not, what were your other choices? Why did you go the librarian way? Do you think you will ever have a different career and, if so, what?

No.  Well, if we go all the way back, I’ve wanted to be a cowgirl, a doctor, a fashion designer, an actress…I was a girl of many ambitions (and could usually be found wearing cowgirl boots or running barefoot through the backyard!).  In all seriousness, I’ve considered journalism and teaching.  I went the librarian way, because it offered an appealing exit from a not-too-awful, not-too-great job as the assistant to a library director. I didn’t want to be a secretary for the rest of my life, and I knew that I would get an amazing education with a library director as my mentor.  I would still like to pursue a career in journalism or publishing AND a career as a fiction writer.

Q7: I haven’t read a ton of your blog, but I have read quite a bit. It looks like your family consists of you and your parents. Do you have siblings? Did you ever wish you did? Do you know why your parents did not have more children? Do you want to have a lot of children? What’s “a lot?”

It’s just me, and YES, I always wanted siblings. Although I accept the fact that I’m an only child, there are times when I long for the most improbable thing: an older brother.  And as much as I’d like to believe that tag line given to other only children that my parents saw me and just knew they couldn’t repeat perfection, I know that my parents wanted a houseful of children.  My mom had health problems that prevented her from getting pregnant again.

I used to want a houseful of children, too…then I started working in a library, and I see, when I watch some of the stay-at-home moms visit the library with their three or four or six kids, just how much work that would be. I would love to have two, or maybe three, children, but I also want to give them an amazing life, provide a college education AND pursue my own dreams.  A lot is four and over, and if that happened, I would handle it with grace (I hope!), but ideally, two or three and bunch of pets would make my family complete.

Q8: You write a lot about how much you admire your parents. What quality do you admire most in each parent? What quality of theirs do you see most in yourself?

Oh, lordy, that’s a beautifully difficult question, or a couple of questions, really. In my mother, I admire her ability to finally recognize that she matters. I admire that she was able to walk away from an unstable, unhealthy and unhappy family situation and find the love and happiness she needs in the world.  In my father, I admire his tenacity, his refusal to step down in the face of a challenge. It took my dad over a decade to get his bachelor’s degree, because he was in the military, he had a family to support, and he had to take one or two classes at a time, but he did it. 

I am my parents’ child, through and through. It’s pretty obvious where each and every one of my traits comes from.  I am most like my father, and I see in myself the desire to learn about the world around me, the desire to push myself farther than my body should be pushed and a very stubborn streak.  From my mother, though, I received the ability to nurture, a refusal to settle for less than I deserve and a tendency towards being a chatterbox.

Q9: What question do you wish I would ask you? Answer it.

Well, I liked the question I asked to my interviewee, which was, what’s your greatest fear? I do fear failure, though I know that I need to embrace it. My fear of failure has, to this point, brought me very little but a very “safe” life. I’m hoping to embrace a fear of failure more wholeheartedly and live a more adventurous life…starting…soon.

Q10: Congratulations on writing a novel – that is amazing, even if it was unpublished. It is a dream many people have, but will not make it as far as you did. Tell me a little about the novel – a line or two about the story line. Do you think you will do any work on it and resubmit? What’s your ultimate goal as a writer?

Thank you! It’s sometimes hard for me to admit I’ve written a failed novel, but hey, all authors get rejections. The novel is a fictionalized account of a particularly challenging point in my mom’s (and by extension my family’s) life when she was dealing with some painful memories from her past.  I have re-written the novel into a novella and given it to my mom to read. It’s hers, and if she ever decides she’s okay with my publishing it, then I’ll pursue that path, but it’s really her decision to make. 

My ultimate goal as a writer is to be able to make it my living.

Q11: If no one ever read your blog, would you still blog?

Absolutely, but it helps to see my statistics each week and know I might be reaching someone :).

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The problem with an interview, for me, is now that she has answered these questions I have ten more. However, since she probably doesn’t want to answer e-mails forever, I’ll let her off the hook. 

I just had to add one final comment: Maybe I should have done it privately to Sarah, but I decided it was important enough to write publicly. Sarah speaks of her novel as “failed” which doesn’t feel right to me. Her novel was “unpublished” but I think anyone with the courage, determination, and focus to write a novel has succeeded in something that many of us dream of, but will never do. I think it is an amazing accomplishment and I hope you stop thinking of it is a failure, but as an amazing success. You may want to check this book out of your library.

Thanks, Sarah, for your candor in answering these questions. This was great fun!

Categories: Uncategorized

Another presious moment for the baby book

February 27, 2008 · 1 Comment

First of all, you have to know that I have a lot of hair. I don’t mean long hair, I just mean a lot of hair. It is thick, thick, thick and anyone who has ever cut my hair comments on it. I also shed like a Golden Retriever. Needless to say this means there is a lot of my hair around our house. Anyway …

Our night-time routine is that we all go into The Girl’s room. The Girl and I lie down in her bed and nurse, while Norman reads a few books. The Girl is facinated by finding my hair everywhere on everything, so I was not suprised when she looked up at me and said “momma … a hair.” I asked her where it was, and she pointed to my chin. I felt around for a loose hair, didn’t feel one, and asked her again. She said “momma … a hair … get the tweezer.”

I swear to god, my two-year old told me to get the tweezer.

So, I shall enter something in the baby book. Something like “2/26/08 – baby’s first noticing of mom’s perimenopausal facial hair jutting out from her chin.”

It’s touching, isn’t it?

Categories: The Girl

Happy Birthday!

February 20, 2008 · 8 Comments

Two years ago right now, I was WAITING for Norman to wake up. He never, ever, EVER slept in, but he did that day.

I thought I was in labor, but I wasn’t sure. I wanted to talk it over with him. NOW!!

It turned out I was in labor.

The Girl was born at 2:55 and my life changed forever.

At 2:54 I wasn’t sure I even wanted to be a mother.

At 2:56 I knew I was born to be her mother.

A few hours later, I called Meg, and she told all of you.

I cannot believe two years have passed since that day.

CAN.NOT.BELIEVE.IT.

Happy Birthday my Dear One. May you have many, many more.

Categories: The Girl

Choices, choices, choices …

February 8, 2008 · 2 Comments

In my last post, I mentioned that my period still hadn’t returned since having The Girl. (Sorry, guys, you might want to skip this one.) Shawna mentioned she had to stop nursing her baby girl in order for hers to return and to allow her to take Clomid.

I do know that for many woman breastfeeding needs to be reduced or stopped before periods (and ovulation, natch,) reoccur. However, the high end of this is suppose to be about 17 months! In other words, even if you are BF’ing a lot, you will still likely get your period back by about 17 months.

I am just shy of 24 months.

I am sure there are those of you who think it is ridiculous that I spend more than 30 seconds thinking about what to do. “Good lord! The kid has teeth! She is talking in full sentences! I think she could give up The Boob!”

Actually, I would have thought the same thing not too long ago. My sisters(2), sister-in-law and nieces (3) all nursed their children until they were toddlers, and one of my sisters nursed her son until he was four. I was repulsed by this. Granted, when my sister was doing that I was a teenager, but still …

When one of my nieces was still nursing her two year old, she was complaining to me about her in-laws asking her when she was ever going to wean that baby. I nodded sympathetically, trying to be supportive, but inside I was thinking, “yeah .. when??”

When I got pregnant, my plan was to try to nurse for 6 months. I totally anticipated hating it. While still pregnant I read that the American Academy of Pediatrics recommends nursing until a child is one, so I thought, “Fine, I will nurse until she is one. BUT. THAT.IS.IT.”

And then I had her. And then I nursed her. And then I feel in love with her. And then she fell in love with THE BOOB. She loves The Boob. God how she loves The Boob. And, while I can’t believe I am writing this, I love to nurse her too … most of the time.

It was hard at the beginning. I went through a lot of plugged ducts. I mean A LOT. I started with a few a week, then once a week, then once every few weeks. The last one I had was when she was 10 months old. This story could be a post all by itself!*

When we both decided that we loved nursing is when I read that the World Health Organization recommends nursing a child until s/he is two. So I changed my plan again. Then I started learning about natural weaning, and the plan was changed again.

I totally respect Shawna’s decision to stop BF. Actually, I respect anyone’s decision to stop, or to never start. We each have to make the best choices for our respective children, selves and families. There is no blanket “right way” or “right time” for any of us.

Actually, I think if I were younger the decision to wean would come easier as my chances of pregnancy would be higher. Right now, even if I were ovulating, my chances of getting pregnant are slim. So my choice seems harder somehow. Do I want to change a precious relationship with a child I have now, for a child who may never exist?

Today, my answer is no.

That must seem crazy. It would have seemed crazy to me not very long ago. But my heart tells me to wait; to cherish these days I have with The Girl and not rush her out of anything just yet.

Maybe after she cuts these four (yes, FOUR) teeth she has been working on, maybe then we will at least think about night weaning.

Maybe.

Or maybe not.

The choices are not always easy, but what can you do but follow your heart?

*In case you get here from a crazy Google search of “plugged ducts” I have to tell you the two things that worked for me and I have never read about them anywhere, it was just trial and error. Drink a LOT of water every day. I had to drink at least two liters a day. If I went under that I was almost guaranteed a plugged duct. I also did almost all my nursing laying down. Once I had that combo, it helped tremendously. It might work for you too! It can’t hurt to try.

Categories: twice in a lifetime

Finding my heart

February 3, 2008 · 6 Comments

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Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves; apparently I wear mine on a little read Christmas stocking.

Two years ago we were living in No Dak and I was shopping at a little Scandinavian import store in the local mall. They were having an “after Christmas” sale, and I found this little red stocking and fell in love with it. I don’t know why, but I HAD.TO.HAVE it for The Girl.

I got it at 75% off, and I still paid way too much. I knew that at the time too, but I just had to have it. Maybe it was the hormones, I was pregnant after all.

Last year we didn’t decorate much for Christmas. We moved on December 1st, and then were flying back to No Dak for the holiday. The Girl was only 10 months old, so it didn’t seem to matter much.

This year was different, and the BIG.RED.STOCKING was hung up.

Did I mention it was big? It is. HUGE. It is about three feet long, at least. It’s hand made of boiled wool and is just about the cutest thing ever.

Anyway, it was hung up this year with our mismatched stockings, and for some reason this year the hormones wanted us to all have matching stockings.

I don’t know what comes over me sometimes. We really live pretty simply. The vast majority of The Girls clothes, and mine for that matter, come second hand. We very, very rarely go out to eat. I haven’t been to a movie at a theater for almost three years. We do fly to No Dak a lot, but that is because Norman flies so much for work and we have many frequent flier miles. Anyway … my point is that I am generally pretty careful with money. However, every once in a while there is some expensive, unnecessary, you-really-don’t-need-this thing that I HAVE.TO.HAVE.

Enter the red stocking.

After Xmas this year I began Googling my heart out to try to find more stockings like the one I had for The Girl. I found a few at the original price, and I am too embarrassed to even tell you what that was. Needless to say, it was A LOT. I wanted more, but even on my occasional spending spree, the price was too high.

After a little more searching, I was able to find some in Canada at half price. So I ordered some. Two more, to be exact. One for Norman and one for me. And now I am left wondering whether I should have gotten a third.

No, I am not pregnant. But here is the thing: I want to be. I didn’t realize it until I got the stockings. We need another stocking because what if all three of us have the same stocking and the new member of our family doesn’t have one?

So there it is. The person who never, ever wanted a baby not only wants one, she wants two.

Have I mentioned I am 42? Have I mentioned that my period still has not returned from having The Girl? Have I mentioned that we do not have the money for any fancy infertility treatments? Have I mentioned that we do not have money for adoption?

This will be an interesting journey. I’m going to need you for this one. I’m going to need a lot of hand holding and back patting and every-thing-is-going-to-work-out kind of talk.

Because I am wearing my heart on my sleeve, and my stocking and, apparently, on the Internet.

Categories: twice in a lifetime