Look out, it’s a pregnant lady who doesn’t hate her body!!! Part 1

About a month ago, I lay in bed, my bulged out eyes darting around my dark bedroom. Last time I checked the clock it was 3:30 a.m., and now birds were starting to chirp their morning songs. My husband’s alarm went off and he pressed snooze. I groaned, flipped over for the gazillionth time and punched the pillow under me. It was 5 a.m. and I hadn’t slept yet. For the second night in [...] Continue Reading…

The Books of 2015

 
It’s here! The highly anticipated (see: not anticipated at all) Carly Gelsinger reading list. This is everything I can remember reading in 2015, packed into a concise list for your enjoyment or disdain.

It’s interesting to me why we read what we read when we do. Looking back, I didn’t read the things I really wanted to read this year. The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. The Color of Water by James McBride. Both sit [...] Continue Reading…

On Dad Discrimination and Equal Parenting

I would like to squash a stereotype with you today please. But first let me tell you a story.

Last night, Joe got home from work at 6 p.m. Georgie greeted him at the door, excited to show him the new paints I bought her that morning. Joe ran to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes and into “play clothes,” and tried to sneak in a quick trip to the bathroom. Georgie [...] Continue Reading…

Drinking Culture and Alcoholism

A photo posted by @cargelly on Nov 14, 2014 at 5:55pm PST

I’ve been thinking about booze lately.

I love wine. I’m not a wine expert and I don’t have expensive taste. But I love the way a full-bodied Cabernet dries the roof of my mouth and warms my throat going down. I love supporting my local wineries. I love wine paired with dark chocolate. I love how relaxed I feel after a glass. I love [...] Continue Reading…

Surrender in the Garden

I’ve been gardening nonstop this spring, for reasons that are both known and unknown to me. I come to the garden as a student, and while I can’t entirely say why I’m there, I know it’s where I need to be.
I am not educated in horticulture, but I come to the garden with lust of a young lover. I see a plant I want at a nursery, and my breath quickens. I swoon at its [...] Continue Reading…