Bio

I believed the fairy tale I was told about my future ever since I was a little girl: that I would grow up, get married, have lots of children and live happily ever after. The whole white picket fence thing.  Of course, there was never any doubt in my mind (or anyone else's), that I would also become a lawyer and do important things in the world.  But the wife and babies thing was the big picture. It was a time when horizons were allegedly limitless for girls.

The kid that got straight A's while being involved in every school activity, grew into the woman that prioritized participation in charitable and political causes, while still running my own legal practice. And still - always - believing the dream would come true someday.

Now, having reached the other side of both divorce and the age when babies can happen, it's been a struggle to replace that dream that I held so tight.  I still wake up not knowing how I got to where I am.

My experiences with infertility changed me irrevocably.  Now, the only way I know how to make sense of it all is to continue advocating on behalf of families suffering with infertility to effectuate social, political, communal, emotional and legislative change so that their experience is different - and easier - than mine. Readers of this blog will hear a lot about what needs to be done, and how to help do it.

As for me, what I want on a most personal, fundamental level, to fulfill my need to nurture and my unrequited need to feel love....well, I don't know yet.  I'm hoping that writing this blog will help me figure it out.

“Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen. Repent just means to change direction — and NOT to be said by someone who is waggling their forefinger at you. Repentance is a blessing. Pick a new direction, one you wouldn’t mind ending up at, and aim for that. Shoot the moon.”

— Anne Lamott