MotherJana

Water is my wine. The earth is my body.

Positive and Calm

I received one of the best compliments I’ve ever gotten yesterday. It was from my 9-year-old daughter, who said this week in school, they’re studying Women’s History Month. When the teacher asked kids to raise their hands and share a woman they thought should be included, my daughter raised her hand and said she wanted to include me, her mom, because “she’s been through a lot but she stayed positive […]

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Mom Sits on Couch All Day And Reads

Recently, one of my favorite former students posted a link on Facebook about a mom who was breastfeeding while running in an Iron Man (Iron Woman?) competition. The image posted with the article has her literally running with a breast pump on her chest. I’m all about “girl power” and strong women. Believe me, I am. I think women are amazing, wonderful human beings who should be worshipped and treated […]

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The Exact Right Place to Be

I had a friend once who told me about her mishaps in dating. Her husband died and she’d been raising her daughter for years on her own. Every once in a while, she’d go out on a date, for practice, she said. Sometimes she’d get involved in a relationship. But after the first two relationships ended badly, she decided she was going to swear off men altogether. “I just refuse […]

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The Maladjusted Book Club: Dazed and Dreaming

Why does sinking into a nice long slumber sound so appealing? Is a dream world where we’d all rather be? This is a question faced by Otessa Moshfegh’s narrator in the new critically-acclaimed novel, My Year of Rest and Relaxation. Like many of us, I am a person who wants to escape, who wants to distract myself from the sometimes painful realities of life. There has been many a time when […]

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Following the Rules

I have a memory of being a child, driving back from vacation at the beach with my mom and stepdad, and the car breaking down. They worked together to push it out of the road and then we sat on a patch of grass in the hot August sun, waiting. “What are we going to do now?” I had asked. The answer: “We don’t know.” That was scary for me. […]

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Opening Veins and Writing

On the Saturday mornings I don’t have my kids, I go to yoga and then my favorite café to write. I try to treat myself by getting a breakfast burrito or a Danish, sipping on a cappuccino, and trying to snag my favorite seat by the window. I try to make my writing time special because I know that if I do it at home, I’ll distract myself with domestic […]

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