November 2008
“Cathy was getting bigger, and the constraints on her grew. I, on the other hand, was happy to exploit my last few months of nonmotherhood by white-water rafting down Level 10 rapids on the Colorado River, racing down a mountain at 60 miles per hour at ski-racing camp, drinking bourbon and going to the Super Bowl.”
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Her Body, My Baby - My Adventures with a Surrogate Mom - NYTimes.com
Judgement is creeping in—although I’m trying hard to get to the end of the piece.
“But there was something else that drew me to her — the same thing that caused me to see her computer-generated essay in a different light from the other women’s hand-scrawled applications. She and her husband were college-educated. Her husband graduated from William and Mary. Her daughter Rebecca, then 20, wanted to be a journalist. They lived in a renovated mill house on a creek in a suburb of Philadelphia. They seemed, in other words, not so different from us. Later, during the election season, she and I were unaccountably pleased to learn that we were both planning to vote for Obama.”
—Her Body, My Baby - My Adventures with a Surrogate Mom - NYTimes.com
“We encountered the wink-nod rule: Surrogates would never say they were motivated to carry a child for another couple just for money; they were all motivated by altruism. This gentle hypocrisy allows surrogacy to take place.”
—Her Body, My Baby - My Adventures with a Surrogate Mom - NYTimes.com
Riding the NYC Subway 101
4. Don’t hug the subway pole. Don’t lean on it. Except for in a few minor circumstances, even holding the subway pole with both hands is not necessary. There are some people, like me, who need the subway poles because our diminutiveness prevents us from comfortably grabbing the overhead bar (no, I’m not a midget, I can still grab the overhead—read the word “COMFORTABLY”). We don’t appreciate you hogging the whole subway pole because you can’t be bothered to stand up straight. Continue reading
My number one pet peeve! That and the guys who can’t close their legs!!!
