I’m tired tonight, so I’m posting an older column that I’ll be playing off of in a new post Wednesday. * Can I Still Be a Grandmother Even if I Don’t Believe My Daughter Had Sex? They tell me that I am going to be a grandmother next month.  I guess it could be true.  [...]

“[Your mother] created you, so you always owe her and can never really repay the debt. Being born is like asking Don Corleone for a favor.”  – Dennis Miller * My mother tells me that is wasn’t her intention that my older brother and I be born only sixteen months apart. “But,” she adds. “It [...]

Last week, I arrived exactly on time at the gynecologist’s office for my yearly poke.  It wasn’t easy – the rush from work in soul-sucking seven cities traffic,  and my anxiety about being even one minute late, combined with my resentment over just how anxious I’ve become about a measly minute.  It’s a paranoia linked [...]

Danger Baby’s coming to town this summer.  (For those who don’t know, Danger really is my grandson’s middle name.)  He’ll be about 13 months old when he arrives in Virginia Beach, and he’s staying with me for about a month, while his parents, my daughter and son-in-law, do research in the Middle East.  So, there [...]

Happy Birthday 24SevenCities.  I have a grandiose — and slightly subversive — wish for you today. But first, a quick introduction. I’m Leigh Rastivo, and my blog will center around two topics, in equal measure: modern motherhood and writing and literature.  I’m thinking local book club, and some podcasting on literature.  There’s a lot in [...]