Stacey Greenberg
After the election, I realized that I’m completely out of touch with mainstream America. But I think that is a good thing. Even though I live in a “red state,” my neighborhood is decidedly blue, and I can see the country in shades of purple. So I’m keeping my head up, and I hope you will too.
This is the third year of our unwanted holiday tradition—everyone (except me) gets sick on Xmas and I play nurse/waitress until New Year’s. But I am happy to report that everyone is happy and healthy now, and I was still able to finish the zine between fetching soup, calling the doctor, changing diapers, and doing laundry.
Jiro is exactly the age that Satchel was when I started doing this zine. I can’t believe it has been two years. I have to say that I am quite impressed with the way my children as well as my little writing project are turning out. Satchel is keeping us all entertained with his desire to dress like a superhero at all times. This usually involves wearing a cape, his Dorothy shoes, and his Elvis belt. Jiro has just started crawling. He moves from room to room, laughing with glee at his new mobility. I have been busy writing up a storm. My “Dirty Looks” essay was in the Fall “Hip Mama” magazine and I have been asked to be a columnist at PhilosophicalMother.com. In addition to being superdad, Warren has expanded his role and become super sperm donor. By the end of this issue you will probably know more about it than you ever wanted! We are happy to have a new potato in our lives—Miles Mackie Ross, as well as his awesome mommies. This issue is packed with lots of good stuff, including several different essays on the different ways that people create family. I hope you like it.
Best wishes for a peaceful, fertile new year!
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