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    Emotions of Motherhood!

    I do not consider myself an overly emotional person. I don’t remember ever crying in a movie. And I remember being once able to examine emotional events, by taking a step back, with a cool level head without losing my calm. I used to be all about self-preservation – pretty efficient at warding off negative emotions. That was before I became a mother. Now, a year into motherhood, I feel as though I am somehow being subjected to a psychological experiment on how-many-emotions-can-a-human-feel-in-a-day. On a typical day, these are some of the emotions I routinely feel these days: boredom, anxiety,…

  • Lifestyle,  Musing,  Social,  Women

    A Year of Mommyhood

    I haven’t written anything for so long that I fear I never will again. Even though I miss my not-writing terribly, I just can’t get myself into the act of actually writing. What a weird malady to suffer from! And who has time for weirdness when your life is so full of exciting surprises and strangeness already? As such, I am in two minds about this post. On one hand, I just can’t ignore the nagging inside my head that I must sit to write down about the biggest year of my life so far, just for my own sake,…

  • Lifestyle,  Social

    Go Learn Cooking! Today!

    After I re-read this old post by Suresh about his cooking woes (enough to scare away anyone starting to dabble in the science of cooking) I was inspired. I had to write about my own experiences. Though my post isn’t going to be half as humorous as his is, my experiences with cooking during the early days of my adulthood are so comically tragic and sometimes horrible that I am hoping they will play themselves out without me trying to be funny. If you have ever felt like that guy in the picture above, read on. When you have read…

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    Lifestyle,  Musing,  Social

    Advice to New Adults – From a Fellow Adult (Who Was a Spoiled Child)!

    I was as rotten as a tomato as a child. No, my parents weren’t super rich, they were as middle class as could be. Still I was the precious first child of two guilt ridden first generation working parents who were overwhelmed by the lack of time they had for me after their jobs. And those judging articles newspapers and magazines were publishing during that time condemning the women pursuing a career outside of homely responsibilities were not helping. Even though I was proud of my parents having important jobs (for as long as I can remember), they seemed to…