'Bass Ackwards and Belly Up' and 'Footfree and Fancyloose' tell the story of four best friends who commit the ultimate suburban sin: putting off college to pursue their dreams.
Publisher's Weekly said: "Full of romance and adventure, laughter and tears, the story is a reminder that veering from the straight and narrow road doesn't always lead to a dead end."
I've added some new books-- among them, Taking Charge of Your Fertility, and The Infertility Cure. (I got my period when I was ten, so you'd think I'd be an expert on all things period-related by now. But I've learned a lot in the last week from these two books. One of the things I learned? That because I started my period early, it's statistically likely I'll be older than average when I go into menopause. Lucky me! Ugh.)
And I've added a link to fertilityfriend.com, which my acupuncturist recommended to me. I've been using it for a week, and I think it's BRILLIANT. If you're thinking of trying to conceive, or if you're already trying, you must check it out.
L.A. 2009. I’m stuck in traffic on the 101 freeway, listening to Isabella Rosselini on NPR. Isabella, for some reason, mentions that starfish are one of those rare species that can reproduce asexually, and I realize that if I could do that, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a boyfriend/husband. I wouldn’t have to internet date! I wouldn't have to figure out if I want to/can/should have a baby/adopt a baby/child on my own. I wouldn't have to stress about things like FSH levels, or weigh my feelings on in vitro versus adoption.
I would just have a baby. Thus began my starfish envy.