tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47068260224699618432024-03-13T14:25:52.710-04:00Single, Middle-Aged MamaA blog dedicated to good conversations about motherhood and other things that I find necessary to discuss. Topics could be hot, spicy, sweet, or stale, but they will generate great conversations!Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00233503949457974077noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706826022469961843.post-41627584209222277902010-06-26T23:26:00.022-04:002010-06-26T23:32:32.929-04:00Lucky in Love!I'm not in love, in the traditional sense. Strains of Karen Carpenter's songs are not dancing through my head. No one is sending me freshly arranged bouquets on a weekly basis. I'm not even anticipating a special dinner and night out on any given Friday night. Nevertheless, I'm in love!
I recently had a round of conversations on e-Harmony with a very nice Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00233503949457974077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706826022469961843.post-32880724200986947682010-06-26T20:59:00.006-04:002010-06-26T23:32:32.933-04:00Sandals, Crocs, or Sneakers - The big stuffTime was when I was in charge. When my daughter was much younger - oh, about two - and I got to decide what she would wear, eat, read, learn, etc. Now, though, at six, she believes she’s in charge. Quite frankly, I’ve come around to that understanding, too. Not that she’s in control of everything, mind you. But, the big stuff? Well, she’s got a handle on it. And, her grip is getting Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00233503949457974077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706826022469961843.post-33170521562298687262009-07-29T15:03:00.011-04:002009-07-29T15:41:31.358-04:00My HobbiesI am an academic. I began school at five years old in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, continued through the 12th grade, on to college, law school, and finally graduate school. I did it all in 31 years. No great time record, unless you count fanny-to-seat time. Working at a university, I spend a good deal of quality time with academics(teaching faculty and former faculty who have, like me, become Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00233503949457974077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706826022469961843.post-63665747612627582732009-07-29T14:50:00.006-04:002009-07-29T15:02:46.524-04:00I Joined Mom Bloggers Club!Typically, I carry a book or a magazine into the office with me just in case I get a free moment to read during my lunch. I carried one in yesterday, but found myself remembering a newstory I heard on NPR on the evening of July 27 between my daughters questions about what I did all day. the story was about Mom Bloggers Club, an on-line community of moms who blog. I made a note to myself to getMarthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00233503949457974077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706826022469961843.post-50474932164778305672009-07-07T09:55:00.010-04:002009-07-07T10:44:14.609-04:00The ProfessionalThis blog is supposed to be about motherhood. That's what the title says, most certainly. But, in my case, and I suspect this is true for many mothers, motherhood is set in a living and contantly changing context. Motherhood does not exist in a vacuum, but is one of the identities I juggle with many others. I think the greatest challenge for me is being a professional, working Monday through Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00233503949457974077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706826022469961843.post-18638648515022978782009-06-26T22:42:00.005-04:002009-06-26T22:45:32.725-04:00On turning 50.Tomorrow, I will celebrate fifty years of living consciously on the planet and among people. Fifty years. I remember when twelve years felt like a goal I would never reach. I simply could not imagine what my life could conceivably look like, who would populate my world, what I might look like, whether I would get any taller, any thinner, in the years that stretched ahead of me. Still, I feel thatMarthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00233503949457974077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706826022469961843.post-86330690445140221832009-06-26T20:12:00.004-04:002009-06-26T20:56:37.525-04:00What does God want from us?Michael Jackson died today. Farah Fawcett Majors passed, too. Just the other day, Washington, DC Metro driver's train collided with the stationary train in front of it, killing nine people, including the driver. Yesterday, I attended a memorial Mass for Jonathan Harding, a 41-year old colleague from Loyola College in Maryland, who died in his sleep on Friday, June 19, 2009.A superstar, a 62-year Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00233503949457974077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706826022469961843.post-57652581031407010442009-06-24T23:11:00.003-04:002009-06-26T20:55:46.770-04:00Hello!Being a single, middle-aged mother is not easy. I will be fifty in three days. My daughter turned five about six weeks ago. The nearly forty-five years between us is like a wormhole, the type they traverse in Star Trek and other science fiction space movies. The years collapse and expand at will. They appear as a long and lengthening corridor down which I can slide and perhaps end up somewhere Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00233503949457974077noreply@blogger.com0