Inquiring Minds Want to Know

Last week I planted two earworms, both with notoriously long endings. I challenged you to estimate which song had more Na Nas, and by a little or a lot.

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The Factors

In one corner, the Hey Jude outro times in at 3:50, a definite advantage . However, as Jess pointed out, much of that time is taken up not only by Na Nas, but also by Hey Judes.

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Question for You Classic Rock Trivia Geeks

Do you love classic rock? A disproportionate number of my car radio presets are for classic rock stations. I love listening to and introducing my children to classic rock. With the influences of their dad and me, our kids are sure to turn out well-rounded, musically speaking.

battle of the nas, beatles vs journey

I heard two songs the other day, both with notoriously long endings. Not just in terms of minutes and seconds, but also in terms of Na Nas. Continue reading Question for You Classic Rock Trivia Geeks

How I Opened to Open Adoption: a #LivingFearless Post

I’ve been invited to participate in the #LivingFearless campaign, sponsored by Protection1.  What have you done that required a #LivingFearless spirit?

Mine lies in the way I became a mom…

Everything I Knew Was Wrong

Many years ago after we’d run the gauntlet of infertility diagnoses and treatments, we set out on a new and daunting journey, that of adoption. We thought that meant waiting in a long line until our number came up, when an agency would call us with news that we’d gotten to the top of the list and our baby was available. We’d live happily ever after, never to think about adoption again.

Turns out all that was wrong. There would be no line, no list, no adoption-be-gone. Instead, there would be an expectant mother considering adoption (and possibly father), and our fate would be in HER hands. Further, she/they might want to be involved in our lives now and forevermore.

The thought of that scared me so much I had half a mind to return to my reproductive endocrinologist and endure more pointless invasive procedures.

I had to calm myself down. I had to examine my fears. I had to open myself to the scary unknown.


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