[Note: this is the unedited version of what was read at the 2008 BlogHer conference, where it had to clock in at a lean, mean, under-five minutes’ read.] It was a winter morning when we discovered we were pregnant with our first child — our first pregnancy following a
[Warning: jumbo post alert. But this is about Julie Andrews, among other things, so I must be forgiven.] We are all of us preparing around the house for a very important family event later in the week. Thanksgiving? Naaaaaw. I mean, that’ll be wonderful, sitting around a long table with
… wish you were here. No, really! But there’s no internet access! So you can’t be! The beloved just closed an eight-week marathon of nearly 24 hours-a day, seven days a week theatrical productivity (boffo youth music theater production, plus she sang in a production of an opera-in-progress, oh, and