As a Child Of

It’s no secret that I read a lot of blogs. Not as many mommy blogs as you’d think; I like looking at pretty pictures, so I follow a ton of design blogs. But two women that I (and tens of thousands/millions of others) have followed for years are dooce, written by Heather Armstrong and Penelope Trunk’s blog, which is allegedly a blog documenting work and life, but has veered into the land of her personal life. I admit, I sometimes feel like I have to look away when reading their work, but it keeps me coming back.

For those following either blogs, you’ll notice that both women have experienced or contemplating divorce. Both women have children. Both women make a living from their blogs.

It was Penelope’s post from yesterday, Divorce is immature and selfish. Don’t do it. that had me almost spitting mad. I mean, read it, and you might feel the same way.

But allow me to back up, because I do agree with her on some points. I agree that some people get divorced without researching and investigating themselves or all of their options, and that it can be bad for children, but let’s face it, a lot of people aren’t willing to look in the mirror and see what needs to be done. A lot of people would rather move on, with our without their spouse, with or without their children. While Penelope lays out numerous reasons for parents to stick together, what baffled me was the intense about of judgment that went into the post. And I, of course, in turn, am judging her. I see that.

As many of the comments in her post start with, I, too, Am a Child of Divorce. Let’s not mince words or feelings: it sucked. My parents managed a calm exchange in my presence and never bad-mouthed one another. They made great efforts to make sure that I was OK. Would my life have been better had my parents not divorced? I don’t know, but they might have been miserable.

Before I got married I was wracked with anxiety. I was petrified of getting divorced “one day,” and of “failing” an unknown future child. I remember with great clarity two things my mom told me: “If getting divorced one day is the worst thing that ever happens to you, consider yourself lucky,” and, “The only reason people don’t get divorced is that they don’t get divorced.” Oh, she also said, “Don’t marry someone you can’t imagine being divorced from.” People, take my mother’s advice.

Photo by Ellen Carlson.

I am not getting divorced. I have no plans on getting divorced, yet I ask my husband often how he feels about our relationship. We talk a lot about our marriage, our life, our dreams and our fears. Like, a lot. I’m not naive to think that it would never happen to us, but I feel grounded in our commitment to one another and our family.

What about you? Are you also A Child of Divorce? How did it shape your feelings about relationships or marriage or the whole family thing?

– MD

A to Z

Similar to Ginger, I’ve seen these floating around a few blogs. They remind me of email forwards. Remember those, people?! Email FORWARDS, where you had to delete all of the random junk at the beginning to “clean up” your email. Play along!

A. Age: 34

B. Bed size: Queen.

C. Chore that you hate: Dishes. Save me from doing the dishes. I had to do them all growing up and hated it. Still hate them.

D. Dogs: 0. I adore dogs, but I refuse to pick up dog poop.

E. Essential start to your day: Coffee and a shower.

F. Favorite color: Purple.

G. Gold or Silver: Silver.

H. Height: 5’3″

I. Instruments you play: I played the clarinet for nine years and the saxophone (badly) for four. I loved it. I fantasize about joining a community band when I’m retired.

J. Job title: Communications Specialist.

K. Kids: One! Miss Red, y’all.

L. Live: Madison, WI. It’s home.

Madison, WI

M. Mother’s name: Ana María.

N. Nicknames: Birdie, Miss Pants, Mama, Mommy.

O. Overnight hospital stays: One, related to giving birth.

P. Pet peeves: People who don’t wash their hands after they use the bathroom; people who say “sorry” when they mean “excuse me,” people who don’t say “thank you” to service workers, i.e. bartenders, waiters, etc.

Q. Quote from a movie: *Blank.*

R. Right- or left-handed: Right.

S. Siblings: Sister from another mister and brother from another mother.

T. Tattoos & Piercings: One tattoo, three earring piercings, although I still want the extra one in my left ear to close up.

U. Underwear: Always. If you live in the Madison area, I also highly recommend a trip to see Katherine at La Lingerie. It’s life changing.

V. Vegetable(s) you hate: Brussels sprouts and beets.

Brussels sprouts. My sworn enemy.

W. What makes you run late: Oversleeping.

X. X-Rays you’ve had: Teeth.

Y. Yummy food that you make: Soups. I can make some mean soups.

Z. Zoo animal: I used to think tiger, but I have a new-found love of giraffes.


Hi. Hi! *Waves.*

I know, I’ve been pretty MIA. More than at any other time in this blog’s history. It has been a challenging few months. But I’ve figured out how to kind of work through it.

On Saturday, I will interview for Madison’s production of Listen to Your Mother,  a show that honors Mother’s Day. There’s no guarantee I’ll get a coveted spot, and frankly, I’m still working on my audition piece, but I’m feeling good about even auditioning. I’ll report back on how it goes.

Listen to Your Mother

I’m nervous. I haven’t been on stage since my college performance of The Vagina Monologues. Yeah, remember that? I remember having the driest mouth possible, but it was a great experience.

So, here I go again. I’m doing what I can to do stuff outside my comfort zone. To push myself to get out of my head. To make and create. Maybe you’ll get a chance to listen to me in person.

– MD

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