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Big picture, it’s the type of story I shied away from before having a kid because I was afraid it would scare me (I mean, that cover). Well, motherhood is scary, folks. Especially for women who harbor artistic ambitions.
We’ve all heard of “ugly crying.” But what about “ugly laughing”? I hesitate to use the word “ugly” in the same sentence with my toddler son, but bear with me …
It may not be for everyone, but if you have any inkling that it might be for you, I say go for it! I’ll be cheering you on.
I imagined the news headlines: Woman Found Dead in Denver Apartment, Stuck Halfway Out of Her Sports Bra.
I wish I could say that since then I’ve learned how to relax, that I’ve graduated from feeling afraid when I’m sleeping outside by myself, but that would be a lie.
We cannot, it seems, accept a woman who is badass and also attractive. Women in our culture must choose one or the other.
Our footprints traipsing up to the dreamy bivy site would crush that delicate crust, the vital living ground cover that supports countless parts of the desert ecosystem that we’d come to enjoy.
Suddenly we weren’t young professionals—or even responsible adults—anymore. We were kids. Sneaking off alone in the woods on our bikes. Running away from home for a Tuesday night.
This was not what I’d envisioned when I started freelancing and working from home. Where were the midday climbing breaks? The perfect work-life balance?
Hilary Oliver 