miss minty fresh

these beauties are all over eastern #texas (Taken with...

Mon, 21 May 2012 10:32:28 -0400

these beauties are all over eastern #texas (Taken with instagram)

Stop Hating Your Body: WHY DO WE PHOTOSHOP PEOPLE?

Fri, 18 May 2012 15:42:19 -0400

Stop Hating Your Body: WHY DO WE PHOTOSHOP PEOPLE?:

Many of you may have seen the articles today about the awesome fourteen year-old who took a petition to Seventeen Magazine requesting that they do one non Photoshopped spread a month. Seventeen, to their credit, heard her out. They ultimately turned her down.

Now,…

We made such a happy baby. #kaiapollo (Taken with instagram)

Thu, 17 May 2012 21:14:06 -0400

We made such a happy baby. #kaiapollo (Taken with instagram)

The #texas sky is putting on a grand show this evening. #rving...

Tue, 15 May 2012 20:49:56 -0400

The #texas sky is putting on a grand show this evening. #rving (Taken with instagram)

#Texas-sized storm on the horizon. #rving (Taken with instagram)

Tue, 15 May 2012 17:19:33 -0400

#Texas-sized storm on the horizon. #rving (Taken with instagram)

Finally. Nine hours to go. #rving

Tue, 15 May 2012 11:10:07 -0400

Finally. Nine hours to go. #rving

Looking north from Lake Charles, #louisiana. So flat. #rving ...

Tue, 15 May 2012 10:30:28 -0400

Looking north from Lake Charles, #louisiana. So flat. #rving (Taken with instagram)

Driving 1,000 miles today. #rving (Taken with instagram)

Mon, 14 May 2012 14:26:22 -0400

Driving 1,000 miles today. #rving (Taken with instagram)

the dill seedlings are getting a ride on the dashboard today. #rving

Mon, 14 May 2012 12:44:15 -0400

the dill seedlings are getting a ride on the dashboard today. #rving:

(Taken with http://cinemagr.am)

This northern girl loves magnolias.

Mon, 14 May 2012 12:03:15 -0400

This northern girl loves magnolias.

In my attempts to sanitize our freshwater tank I splashed bleach...

Mon, 14 May 2012 10:37:21 -0400

In my attempts to sanitize our freshwater tank I splashed bleach all over my new pants. #rving (Taken with instagram)

I managed to talk a few of my friends into doing a casual...

Mon, 14 May 2012 05:01:03 -0400

I managed to talk a few of my friends into doing a casual (super casual) photoshoot a few weeks ago while I was home. They were all really good sports and very patiently hung out for a couple hours while I fumbled around and snapped a gajillion shots. All the pictures are straight out of the camera or adjusted slightly for exposure.

Thank you so much Jonathan, Kayla, Hannah, Katie, and Caroline. And Kai, too.

p.s. See the full-size versions (plus more that didn’t get published on the Book of Face right here on Flickr).

about my post-partum depression

Sun, 13 May 2012 17:44:06 -0400

Friends, I’ve started at least five drafts of this post in the past several weeks. It is an exceedingly difficult topic to face head-on without sounding as if I’m seeking a chorus of validating statements. Please believe me: I’m not. I just think I might feel a little better if I got it out. If you’re not comfortable reading about my (very personal) life please go ahead and navigate away now; I’ll be back with pictures tomorrow.

Kai’s six-month “birthday” was this past week, and it seems impossible that I am not feeling better. In the beginning, I thought I’d feel better when the surgery pain abated and I could start to lift and walk normally again. Then I thought I’d feel better if I could just make enough milk for Kai to be satiated for once. Then I thought I’d feel better if I switched him to formula to guarantee a full belly. Then I thought I’d feel better when I started working again and keeping a regular schedule. Then I thought I’d feel better when we finally had two real (almost) incomes. No…all of these things just bring me guilt and anxiety for failing to max out my attempts at work, at budgeting, at being a good mother.

I thought I’d feel better if I got some nicer clothes that fit me instead of not being able to button all my pre-baby pants and watching my still-quite-pudgy midsection spill over the waistbands. Then I thought I’d feel better if I got a wax, some new facewash, and a lipstick in a pretty red color. Then I thought I’d feel better by throwing myself into (i.e. distracting myself with) a new hobby: photography. No…all of these things cause me to keep desiring more: take more pictures, buy more clothes, download more photo editing apps. I crave newness and novelty to temporarily forget how shitty and dark I feel.

I thought I’d feel better (and maybe sexier?) if I could just try to shave my legs at least every third day. Then I thought I’d feel better if I tried to initiate some lovemaking with my husband despite how I felt about my looks. Then I thought I’d feel better if I let him go down on me (he asked to, no…begged to). Then I thought I’d feel better if I just forgot about sex altogether for a while. No….I wince away from his touch, I can’t bear to look at myself, and I sobbed the entire time he was going down on me until I finally gave up and asked him to stop. My attempts to feel like a sexual and sensual creature again have left me feeling disgusted at and with myself.

I thought I’d feel better once the baby weight started “melting” off like it should (hint: it never did). Then I thought I’d feel better if I started exercising. Then I thought I’d feel better if I started to seek out social dancing again. No…I literally cried of shame and embarrassment before I went for my first post-baby jog (and cried about the prospect for a week beforehand). I have only been outside hoop dancing once, and I can’t bear to bust out my jump rope because I’m too ashamed of jiggling my 35 extra pounds around in front of strangers and our circus colleagues (many of whom are current or former performers and have incredible, strong, beautiful bodies). And forget dancing: I was mortified of my clumsiness and heaviness to the point of tears after most of my dances (hope no one noticed) when I was home in Philly a few weeks ago. The body I’m living in is still that of a stranger’s.

I thought I would feel better if I took anti-depressants…

And I don’t know yet if they work, because I’ve had them for five months and have barely gotten through two months’ worth because I’m afraid of them. Afraid of what they’re doing to my brain. Afraid of how I’ll be affected after the script runs out. Afraid of being dependent on them for…not even happiness, just lack of unhappiness. Because then what? What happens when the best I can hope for is simply lack of unhappiness? Right now I am just floating about…out of ideas for “fixing” my condition and wistfully hoping I’ll just snap out of it one morning (like Joanna did, lucky lucky girl).

I love Kai, but I don’t yet love being a mother. I’m looking forward to the day when that is no longer the case.

Thanks so much for reading, if you made it this far.

Happy Mother’s Day, mamas. You are all heroes to me.

Very important disclaimer: if you are a new mama and struggling with depression so bad that you have entertained the thought of harming yourself, your baby, or someone else, PLEASE get yourself to your doctor or the emergency room, pronto.

#rving in Mississippi

Sun, 13 May 2012 09:48:02 -0400

#rving in Mississippi

.:where we were:. | St. Louis, Missouri

Sat, 12 May 2012 05:01:09 -0400

Kai and I took a quick (<24 hour) trip to St. Louis to see old friends.

This was the view from the place we stayed. Kid you not:

I really loved these bronzes outside the stadium. Someone gave this guy some shades:

goodbye, Jack-Jack

Fri, 11 May 2012 20:01:43 -0400

The day came…quicker than expected. My mom put Jack down this morning.

When I’m an old lady I’ll still think about this handsome ball of fluff and how much he loved to play fetch and eat yogurt and hang out at our college parties like a real frat boy. How he never let me out of his sight. How clearly happy he was to be among humans.

Goodbye and farewell, Jack-Jack, and thank you for being in my life.

Breanna is an internet friend and soon-to-be real-life-friend. ...

Wed, 09 May 2012 12:17:47 -0400

Breanna is an internet friend and soon-to-be real-life-friend. I like her music. And I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to check out Spotify.

At the risk of sounding like an old fogey, the internet amazes me more and more every day.

homesick.

Wed, 09 May 2012 05:01:03 -0400

homesick.

purringepigram: Great reason to ride a bike: it takes up very...

Tue, 08 May 2012 16:12:30 -0400

purringepigram:

Great reason to ride a bike: it takes up very little space.

Lilacs. Oh how I fucking love them.

Tue, 08 May 2012 05:02:52 -0400

Lilacs. Oh how I fucking love them.