|My extremely large tattoo, for which there is (of course) a story.|
|"Childhood," self-portrait at age 3|
I've been writing since I was about five years old, composing couplets and songs as I walked home from the bus stop. I was first published when I was ten years old, and (until Becoming SuperMommy) had my writings included in journals and various magazines on a semi-regular basis, the most recent being the October 2009 issue of Playboy. I've also been picked up a couple of times around the internet- the most notable of which are Shakesville and the Huffington Post. (That's right, I'm kind of a big deal.)
I keep a blog for my non-SuperMommy writing, mostly poetry and fiction. It can be found here, if you're curious.
Here is a table of contents for my ongoing non-SuperMommy writing.
I'm hooked on NaNoWriMo, and hope to actually turn last November's draft into something worth putting to print.
That said, I'm also nearly finished with a memoir. It's not exactly blog-to-book, but it is definitely related to my work as Becoming SuperMommy. Hopefully, in the near future, you'll be able to buy a copy and put my kids through private school. Or get me a minivan with doors that actually work. I'll settle for either.
I have also been making art for nearly as long. I sold my first painting when I was 12, and have had regular and successful showings ever since. I do tend to post pictures of my art on my poetry blog, but I keep a semi-professional website for my art, as once upon a time it was the main source of my income.
My art site can be found here.
|Leading muralists at City Year Chicago|
In all that confusion, I spent two years as an AmeriCorps volunteer- one as a VISTA (which I loved) and one with City Year (which I do NOT recommend), designed and produced costumes for both stage and screen, learned to cook something FIERCE, been a cover girl for a charitable calendar, and occasionally played doctor to friends without insurance. I've hobnobbed with celebrities of various walks of life, and would have been happy to tell you in 2007 that Barack Obama was a genuine pragmatist who could accomplish almost anything, and that John Edwards was the biggest shmuck I'd ever spoken with. Of all the things I've done, the one I will NEVER do again is give somebody stitches. That was a nightmare I would not care to repeat.
I still paint, mostly for friends' weddings. I still sew, mostly for my own nefarious purposes. And of course, I still cook. I do LOVE to cook.
When M and I decided to have a baby, we know how high the odds would be that we would have multiples. M was on chemotherapy for brain cancer- astrocytoma. Because of that it was unsafe to go about matters in the conventional way, and we were advised to try IVF. Our first try yielded twins, in my opinion the most perfect little girls ever to stomp around the face of the earth.
|SI and DD with SuperMommy|
I had awoken in the middle of the night, sure that my water had broken. When M turned on the lights the bed was soaked in blood. It was absolutely terrifying. It turned out that one of the placentas was beginning to abrupt from the uterine wall, and the girls needed out!
A few months after the happy moment that I held both of my little girls in my arms, and realized I had actualized myself in a new and terrifying way, I decided that it was time to start blogging about it.
Believe it or not, I thought that having twins would qualify me in some way to write about how to raise children. The naiveté slays me.
About 22 months after SI and DD came into the world, M and I decided that the time was right to make our little family a bit bigger. M had gotten the all-clear that his chemotherapy hadn't caused any permanent damage to his *ahem* genetic materials, and we were thrilled to have the opportunity to just try. After all the drama of IVF, it seemed impossible and simple.
Of course, having a baby is really neither of those things. Even if you can get there by having a REALLY good time.
I was utterly wrong.
Also, my gall bladder essentially shut down. It's manageable, but not at all pleasant to say the least. If it ruptures or becomes horribly infected or something they'll remove it, but for the time being nobody wants to perform that sort of surgery on a pregnant lady.
At any rate, RH joined us in mid-June, only a few WEEKS later than anticipated. Turns out my cervix is just stronger than my previous c-section scar, so we had another emergency, middle-of-the-night cesarean.
That's how the SuperMommy clan rolls.
It's amazing- one reason I wanted to have another baby was to see how all three children interacted, and from the first moment it's been better than my wildest dreams. DD and SI live for their baby sister, and RH doesn't love anything on this earth more than her big sisters. Well, maybe eating. She does love to do that.
RH is a charming, wonderful, happy girl who makes our lives even more brilliant and beautiful every day. We're crazy about her.
|SI, DD, and RH|
I love being a mom, but most days I feel like I'm just not cut out of the SAHM cloth. I've been working on starting up a non-profit that is near and dear to my heart, and generally pouring whatever creative energy I have into that, and my three girls.
Are we done yet? We don't know. Ask me again next time I say I think I might want to have another baby. I'll let you know when/if that day ever comes.
And that's pretty much all you need to know about me. If I've missed anything, let me know in the comments, and I'll get right on that.