Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Boo's Homework: My 4th Grade Litigator

You may recall that last week I shared with you a sample of Boo's homework, in which he had to write a fictitious, persuasive letter to a business asking for a refund or reporting some defect in a product. 

For the purpose of granting his mother some additional blog fodder expanding his platform as a budding author, Boo has granted permission for me to share with you another one of his letters that was also part of this lesson. 

(I don't normally do this, but I've also shared with Boo that I don't agree with the 12/20 grade - I mean, what the fuck is that, a fucking D? - that he got on this assignment. Yeah, there's some typos and formatting issues, but you know what? I've seen worse in the business world from people who are much older than 10. I'm just sayin'.) 

I've included the copy below the photo (which you can click to embiggen) because it's hard to read with his teacher's chicken scratch throughout.  And, most importantly, so a real lawyer doesn't come after my ass, Boo emphasizes that all names and addresses are completely fictitious, a product of his own imagination, and not made to resemble any real persons, living or dead, or maimed by ball pits in any way, shape or form. 


Dear Mr. Timmy Rodriguez,

I remember last week on Thursday, November 13, 2008 when I brought my two kids, Wendy Wagner and Charles Wagner, a ball pit.

Well, yesterday my kids were playing in the ball pit like lions and Charlie tried diving in the ball pit but broke his right leg. He is in the Marshall hispitol with my wife Jane. Please grant me my money back and pay for Charles' hospital bill.  [My note: This is circled from the teacher with a note saying: "You can't ask for this, Boo." Um ... really? I'm no lawyer, but isn't that what they call a pre-trial settlement?]


Thanks! Meet me on Nov. 27 to discuss the date you'll pay me and The Wagner Family $2201.35.


Aren't you dying to know what the P.S. would have been? I know I am.

And doesn't $2201.35 for a hospital visit for a broken leg sound like quite the bargain?

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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Book Review: Marriage Confidential: The Post-Romantic Age of Workhorse Wives, Royal Children, Undersexed Spouses, and Rebel Couples Who are Rewriting the Rules, by Pamela Haag

Marriage Confidential: The Post-Romantic Age of Workhorse Wives, Royal Children, Undersexed Spouses, and Rebel Couples
by Pamela Haag
Harper Collins
2011
327 pages


This is the type of book that The Husband would see me reading (probably in bed, no less) and his response would be to promptly roll his eyes while making some wisecrack about why a book about the state of marriage today needed to be written in the first place.

(Actually, there's no guessing about it; he really did all of the above.)

Me, I love this sort of thing. Maybe it's the former psychology minor in me, I don't know.  Doesn't matter. That's why we're still (at least in my opinion) a good match after a mere 22 years together (almost 19 of 'em in holy matrimony).

The premise of Marriage Confidential is that most of us married folk are in lackluster, ho-hum relationships. Not exactly much of a surprise there, I suppose. (When The Husband caved and asked what the book was about, and I answered with that, his response was, "No shit.") I tend to agree. Haag refers to such marriages as "low-conflict, low-stress," with the majority of us looking at our spouses at the end of our boring same-old day and wondering if this is as good as it gets. (Um ...yeah. Hate to break it to ya, but it kind of is.)  As the author's best friend says, "It's just unrealistic to think that the person you talk to about hiring a plumber is going to be your big love affair." (pg. 9).   I love that quote.  


According to the book jacket,"Marriage Confidential articulates for a generation that grew up believing they would "have it all" why they have ended up disenchanted." 

So, how did we get this way?  Haag offers several theories and ideas that make a great deal of sense.  And I admit, I expected the usual platitudes of "we're working longer hours than ever, we're spending more time on Facebook talking to people we daydreamed about in high school instead of connecting with the real-life people right next to us, raising kids is a bit stressful and it's hard to maintain a marriage while texting from the carpool lane," etc. etc.

All true. According to Haag, a few other interesting - and thought-provoking - factors are at play:
1. We're marrying clones of ourselves.  Opposites no longer attract.  We're marrying people who are, generally, from the same social class and in the same tax bracket as we are.  If we didn't meet our spouse at college (as The Husband and I did), then most likely he or she attended a comparable school (i.e., one of the Ivy League institutions, a state school, whatever).
2. Compared to couples just a few decades ago, people are waiting longer to get married.  In that time, they've completed their education, traveled, launched careers and businesses, had other significant love interests, bought homes. The notion of "building a life together" is very, very different today than it was for generations past. There's less that ties a couple together today in that aspect than there was in the past. 
3. Women are increasingly in much more high-powered careers than men, which can rock the marital dynamic.  (This is the "workhorse wives" part of the title.)  
4. Approaching parenthood as profession.  "I didn't absorb motherhood tricks by osmosis....What did come easily to me, almost naturally, were my good student, type A professional skills.  The decline in marital happiness linked to new parenthood is probably exacerbated by the metastasized professional temperament many of us bring to it." (pg. 94) 
5. Attachment parenting. If we're velcroed to our kids 24/7, that doesn't leave much space for one's spouse now, does it?  
Taken all together, that's a pretty depressing and almost insurmountable list ... so perhaps, yes, this might be as good as it gets.  And for most of us in "low-stress, low-conflict" marriages, they're not BAD marriages. They're just a bit ... boring.  Lackluster.  


So what are the options?  


You can accept it, work on what you can, but ultimately realize that this is what it is. You can get divorced, which isn't exactly cheap, especially given the economy these days, and is particularly disruptive if one has kids.  


But what if there was a new model, a different way of approaching the institution of marriage?  Haag offers some ideas from "rebel couples who are rewriting the rules" as well as her own.  


She discusses the concept of term limits for marriage.  A couple would agree to be married for, say, 7 years. If things are still working out when the warranty on one's nuptials expires, great!  Pass go, and continue to stay married.  If this isn't what you'd expected, then fine ... move on, no harm done.  Kind of like buying a new car when the old one has too many miles on the odometer, I suppose.  

Think that's radical? Keep reading into the second half of the book. That's when Haag introduces her reader to more than a few couples who are engaging in "ethical nonmonogamy." These are folks who have lost that lovin' feeling for their spouses but who, for a variety of reasons (financial, children, professional, social) don't want to get divorced, as they might have in years past. They care deeply about their spouse, but things in the bedroom have gone stale. What to do?

Fortunately, there are numerous options. We're talking alternative arrangements like open marriages, swinging (in all its permutations, and apparently, there are more than a few) and "marriage sabbaticals."  Websites abound for people interested in meeting similarly bored and like-minded folk. Happily-married Haag, using the alias of "Miranda" and with her husband's knowledge, signs up to take a walk through what is definitely a wilder side of many people's lives. Husbands and wives recruit potential "girlfriends" and "boyfriends" for spouses who aren't getting what they want from the marital relationship, just as if one went to a headhunter (um ... guess that's probably not the best term here) for a potential new job.

And these activities are part of more people's lives than one might imagine.


Marriage Confidential has been criticized by some on Goodreads as being a tad light on the research, and I tend to agree. (To reach the conclusion in #1, that we're marrying clones of ourselves from similar demographic classes, etc., Haag's primary research methodology seems to have been perusing the wedding pages of The New York Times and tabulating demographic information contained within.)  Haag also talked with therapists and other professionals, as well as her own network of friends.  She also brings her own experience as a wife and mother into the pages of the book, and even her friends' infidelities aren't off-limits for dissection here.

So, whereas I can understand how some might feel cheated (pun intended) at a book that isn't weighty enough insofar as the research, I'm not sure that's how Marriage Confidential is supposed to be viewed. I wasn't looking at this as a scholarly tome that I would have studied in my Work and Love class in college (and yes, I really did take a college class called Work and Love. One of my favorite and best classes ever.)

Rather, I looked and read Marriage Confidential as a book that is more along the lines of a casual conversation and exploration about why marriage is in the state it is.  Marriage Confidential is like sitting down for coffee with Pamela Haag, being told that a friend's cousin's brother's stepsister is a) having an affair with the spouse's permission, b) taking a marriage sabbatical, and/or c) some combination of the above and aforementioned alternatives, and then going back to one's life and bedroom and saying, "Huh.  Who knew?"

Or, maybe, the total opposite: going back to one's bedroom and saying, "Damn, there are way more people like us [regardless of how you define 'like us'] than I ever thought possible."

Happy Valentines Day, you crazy kids.


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Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Sunday Salon


We're snowbound this weekend, which is just fine with me because this has been a long week with 4 too many deaths. By snowbound, I mean that there's 4"-5" or thereabouts of snow outside of our door and wind chills hovering around the 0 degree mark. Definitely not Snowmaggedon conditions as life in Pittsburgh goes, but enough snow to keep us comfortably indoors, ensconced on the couch with our Internet connections and whatnot. Fine with me.

And by four too many deaths this week, I refer to the losses of beloved blogger Susan Niebur, whom I wrote about here ("Remembering Susan Niebur"); author and Philadelphia native Jeffrey Zaslow, whom I was fortunate to hear give a fabulous talk in June 2008 about working with Carnegie Mellon University professor Randy Pausch while co-writing The Last Lecture; a wonderful former colleague of The Husband's, who I sadly never had the privilege to meet but who was a tremendous support to him (and one of the very FEW supports to him) during some particularly dark days; and of course, Whitney Houston, who provided some of the most memorable songs that were the soundtrack of my youth in the mid-80s through the early 90s.

I've written before of how much I really hate February and how February represents the month of the deads for me personally, and here we are at only February 12. Yee gads.

Anyway. So. That's all by way of explanation that I'm between books right now and not sure what to begin reading next. (Between library books and my overflowing TBR pile, I'm not lacking for choices.) Part of that is because I've just finished Jessica Keener's absolutely wonderful debut novel Night Swim, which I received from the fine folks at TLC Book Tours. (My full review will be posted on Friday, February 17 as part of the Night Swim blog tour.)  I really connected with this story on so many levels, particularly with the main character and narrator, Sarah, whose mother dies when she is 16.

There is an element of Night Swim that, to me, truly feels reminiscent of the work of Judy Blume (who is celebrating her 74th birthday today - yay! happy birthday, Judy!) and knowing what a revered icon in literature Ms. Blume is to many (myself very much included), I don't say that nor draw that comparison lightly. But it's there, and it exists, and although I am not a big YA reader, of those such novels I have read I cannot recall any modern YA/coming-of-age novel that has so poignantly reminded me of what I believe to be the standard-bearer.

Because like Judy Blume, Jessica Keener tackles the big themes and the larger societal, cultural issues - the dysfunctional disconnect of a family before and after a tragic loss, anti-Semitism, racism, Vietnam, feminism, one's emerging sexuality and personal experimentation - and connects them throughout Night Swim in a way that isn't heavy-handed nor patronizing to her reader.

That's just a preview of what I have to say about this one, and you'll want to come back on Friday (if not sooner) to read my full review - especially because I'll be giving away one copy of Night Swim to a lucky reader!


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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Remembering Susan Niebur


I walked out of a meeting late Monday afternoon, paused to reflect at the way the setting sun's rays were hitting the 10th Street Bridge here in Pittsburgh ... and I knew.

Maybe it was the sun's warmth on a February day, or how the rays seemed especially bright as they reached down, or the symbolism of a bridge for crossing over from one world to another, or some combination of all of the above. Whatever it was, somehow in my heart, at that moment I knew that Susan Niebur was gone.

It wasn't until I got home a half hour later and saw the Facebook status from my friend Niksmom that I learned the sad news that Susan had, indeed, passed away. The Goodbye post on Susan's blog, written by her husband, was posted not too long after I snapped this photo of the sun and the bridge and it left me heartbroken. Still does, and will for quite some time.

(It's been driving me crazy trying to remember if it was my friend Niksmom or my friend Florinda who first introduced me to Susan during the BlogHer '10 conference in New York a year and a half ago ... and when it comes  down to it, it doesn't really matter because that just illustrates what kind of community this is.  Whomever it was, I'll forever be grateful.)

We were between sessions, just talking in the hall, and then there was Susan, smiling (always smiling) that bright, warm, sunny smile of hers.  As it would happen, and as often does happen at these sorts of things, Susan was the person we kept bumping into everywhere we went over those couple days.  Again, fortuitous.

"Do you know each other?" Niksmom/Florinda said. We didn't; introductions were made. But when Niksmom/Florinda added that Susan was the blogger who wrote Toddler Planet, my eyes widened; I went into fangirl mode. Of course, I said, of course I knew Toddler Planet. I knew Susan. My God, yes.

You see, here's the thing. There are millions of blogs. Kind of like how there are millions of stars. But like stars, some exceptional and some special ones shine so brightly that you can't help but gravitate towards that light ... just like how I did on Monday with the sun (a star itself) beaming down by the bridge.

Susan was very much that kind of person, that kind of star.

This blogging world of ours can be hard to explain to those who aren't part of it.  This whole notion of posting the details of our lives - especially when it involves things like living with Inflammatory Breast Cancer for nearly 5 years and parenting two small children, both of which Susan did - for strangers on the Internet to read and comment on can be a bit foreign.  But that's the stuff that Susan wrote about so courageously and heartbreakingly and bravely, and always with such grace and wisdom. And in doing so, she brought us into her world and taught us so very, very much, and we loved her (love her, present tense) so the very much more for it.

Right from the moment of her diagnosis in 2007, she taught us about inflammatory breast cancer (IBC) - the least common and most deadly form of the disease that does not present with a lump - about lymphedema and compression sleeves, about science and the sun and the moon and the stars (Susan was an honest-to-God real-life astrophysicist), about parenting in the face of true adversity, about making every single moment count, and about how awareness of breast cancer doesn't happen via Facebook memes.


(It was that post, "In the Name of Awareness," that she read to a captive audience at BlogHer '10 in New York, and which was commemorated with an honorary piece of artwork, later auctioned to benefit cleanup efforts from the Gulf Coast oil spill.)

We followed her story via her posts, rejoiced when she survived cancer once, twice, three and four times. We worried when another recurrence of the cancer appeared in 2011. Prayed. Hoped. Cried. Repeat some more. Hoped fervently that when she told us a few weeks ago that she was having "a little trouble" that a little trouble was really all that it was.

Others knew Susan much better than I did, but she was that type of person who (as Florinda said) if you ever met her, you'll never forget her and you'll miss her.  I'd also add that you would consider her to be a friend, even if you met her ever so briefly or only knew her through her blog.

She was an extraordinary person and I feel honored to have met her and to have read her words.
“All that survives after our death are publications and people. So look carefully after the words you write, the thoughts and publications you create, and how you love others. For these are the only things that will remain.”
~ Susan Niebur
She will be always missed, always remembered, and always loved.

Many bloggers have written wonderful tributes to Susan. Here are a few of them below:

The 3 R's Blog: "Susan and Her Story: A star that will keep on shining"

Darryle Pollack: I Never Signed Up For This: "No Star Shines Brighter"

Girl w/ Pen: SCIENCE GRRL: "Thank you, Susan"

Love That Max: "This week the world lost an amazing woman. Would you help honor her memory?"

The Squashed Bologna: "A full moon for Susan"

Stimeyland: "I Already Miss You, Susan"

Susan Niebur: Stargazer, Fighter, and Friend

BlogHer page with tributes to Susan Niebur and Rachel Moro, another blogger lost to breast cancer on Monday

Mothers in Medicine: "Listen to Susan"

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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Boo's Homework: The Customer (especially one who is 10 years old) Is Always Right

Boo's 4th grade class is currently learning the nuances of persuasive writing along with the proper format of composing a letter to a business.

Hence, Boo's recent homework assignment, which was to write a hypothetical letter to a business about a defective product and asking for a refund.  (Click to embiggen.)



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Monday, February 6, 2012

Monday Morning Quarterbacks of the 80s, Strike a Pose

Phipps Conservatory
and Botanical Gardens
Pittsburgh, PA
August 2011
Taken by me
Judging from my Facebook Newsfeed, you're either in one camp or the other this post-Super Bowl Monday morning.

You either loved Madonna's halftime performance show during last night's Patriots-Giants game, or you're among those expressing yourself that she of Like a Virgin fame would be better off endorsing Geritol than gymnastics. Personally, I kind of liked seeing Madonna last night, and her show. It was downright refreshing to actually a) know the performer and b) understand the lyrics of the songs he/she/they were singing. Can't say that has always been the case.

That being said, I did spend the majority of the halftime performance explaining to my 10 year old kids that the woman on the stage was, in fact, NOT Lady Gaga.  Betty and Boo refused to believe me, and they were even more bewildered at the notion that said woman was quite popular back in the ancient times when The Husband and I were teenagers.  (They don't believe that the woman they watched cavort with gladiators is really 53; Betty believes Madonna is "around 30," a statement which instantly aged me about 30 years.)

Still, I'm finding these Madonna-naysayers fascinating this morning.  (And, I gotta admit, the naysayers are mostly female.) Yeah, she seemed to be moving a little slower than she did back in 1985, but as I'm eating my daily heart-healthy, fiber-laden breakfast of oatmeal and yet again procrastinating on calling my doctor about the insurance snafu with my cholesterol-lowering statin medication, I'm thinking ... aren't all of us children of the '80s moving a little bit slower these days?

I mean, I'm wearing trifocals as I type this post. A friend my age (42) has already had a hip replacement. A high school friend just finished a round of chemotherapy.  The other day, I went to a breakfast meeting and took the stairs to the conference room; after three very small flights, I was so out of breath I thought I would need to be resuscitated via the defibrillator hanging on the wall.

So is this "what a drag it is getting old" agita what's really behind all the backlash against Madonna this morning?  I think it might be. Because if Madonna's the icon of a Breakfast Club generation that now finds itself ordering Egg Beaters off the menu and adding statins to one's pharmacological lineup, then doesn't it make sense that we become grumpy as hell when we see our teenage years on display and it looks a little off-kilter than the image that we have of ourselves in our minds?

The Material Girl then becomes an easy target for us Children of the '80s Now in Our 40s. Rather than us collectively saying, hot damn, how awesome is it that Madonna has kept herself up and can actually keep up that pace during a halftime show at 53 years old, and would that we all had that kind of stamina and energy at her age (hell, at this age) ... instead we're chastising her for being too slow and robotic during her performance, saying she doesn't have it anymore, that she's washed up, a has-been, has hit the wall.

Isn't that what we're all afraid of becoming?  Isn't that what we're afraid we have become?

So whether you liked Madonna's performance last night or not,  I give Madonna credit for doing last night what she has always done, for decades now. Putting herself out there. Not giving a damn what anyone thinks. Expressing herself.

And showing us apprehensive Gen Xers that while we might be getting old, if we take care of ourselves, chances are the coffin's not going to be nailed shut at 53. (Although, sadly, we know that's not always the case.)

Quite the contrary. Sometimes, at 53, you can even still make a hell of a memorable entrance.



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Sunday, February 5, 2012

The Sunday Salon: Back in the Game



Anyone else hear anything about there being some sort of football game on TV later on today?  Heh. I kid. Regular readers know we're a big football family here and on normal Sundays, we'd already be well into our viewing schedule of NFL Gameday Morning. But with our Pittsburgh Steelers not being in the Big Game this year and with our Philadelphia Eagles destined to give us a re-run of Groundhog Day each year (at least for the next year, anyway), well, there's really not much at stake today for us. 

Which is a good thing indeed, because I need to invest some serious time in reading Jessica Keener's debut novel Night Swim if I am to make my commitment of providing a review for the fine folks at TLC Book Tours this Tuesday. That's not going to be a problem, because even though I am only up to page 28 of this story of a dysfunctional, grieving 1970s family, I am ABSOLUTELY LOVING this book thus far. Mark my words: Jessica Keener is an absolute talent, a writer to watch. I feel confident in saying that she is going to be among my favorite discoveries for 2012.  (And that cover! Gorgeous, is it not?) 


February has ushered in a much welcomed change in my reading. (You were right about that, JoAnn!) Between Night Swim and Anne Enright's The Forgotten Waltz (which I finished last night and also really enjoyed), this month promises to be much better than January.  (Hopefully that's true on the home front, also; the house that I referenced in last week's Sunday Salon fell through, and while we were a bit disappointed about needing to walk away from that this week, we feel it was the right decision for us ... especially since there is another potential house on the horizon that we're interested in pursuing. I did promise The Husband that I wouldn't say anything publicly until the home inspection comes back all clear, so nixay on the house-ay, 'kay?) 

Finally, here's my dismal reading recap for January, with links to my reviews.  Quantity-wise, it wasn't the best of reading months, with only 5 books read. Quality-wise, I did like Book of Days, Joy for Beginners, and Smut, so I guess it could have been worse in that regard.  


Book of Days
Poems by Jennifer Hill-Kaucher
Read for the 2nds Challenge, A-Z Book Challenge, Fearless Poetry Exploration Challenge, Mt. TBR, and What's in a Name 5 (something you'd carry in your pocket, purse, or backpack)


by Erica Bauermeister 
Read for the 2nds Challenge, A-Z Book Challenge, Foodies Reading Challenge.


The Life All Around Me by Ellen Foster
by Kaye Gibbons (audiobook) 
Read for the 2nds Challenge, A-Z Book Challenge, Audiobook Challenge, Mt. TBR, Southern Literature.


by Alan Bennett 
Read for the A-Z Book Challenge, E-Book Challenge, New Authors, Short Story.


Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet
by Jamie Ford 
Read for the A-Z Book Challenge, Audiobook Challenge, Mt. TBR, New Authors, What's in a Name 5 (a type of house in the title). 

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