Nothing Gold

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. -Robert Frost

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Location: Arlington, Virginia, United States

I am a white American middle class suburban housewife trying desperately to tell herself that that is not who she is. One time I was a glowing young ruffian. Oh my God it was a million years ago.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


Yesterday I grabbed a clean shirt and put it on only to notice that it had a big breast milk stain right where one would expect such a stain to be. I can't wear a shirt with a breast milk stain, which is actually kind of surprising because I wear stained clothes all the time. Spit-up stains, food stains, even baby poop stains, don't really bother me. There is something extra embarrassing about breast milk stains. It's kind of like period stains. Then I started wondering why these particularly feminine stains are so embarrassing, almost shameful. It reminded me of how people seem to think discussing male parts is hilarious good fun, but if you say the word cervix in mixed company people will look at you like you're describing vivisection. So my feminist hackles were slightly raised, but I still didn't want to wear the shirt. So I put on my triathlon shirt, and that made me feel a little better.

In other news, here is a picture of me with the kids. (I like saying 'the kids' now that I have two.) I believe there is a little spit-up on my shirt.