Catherine Connors is a mother, writer and recovering academic who traded the lecture hall for the playroom and discovered that university students and preschoolers have much the same attention span. She still dips her toes into academic waters by writing the occasional scholarly article about the place of motherhood in Western philosophy, but mostly now she changes diapers and wipes noses and indulges in long reflections on whether Yo Gabba Gabba is a harbinger of the decline of western civilization. Oh, and she blogs: in addition to Bad Mother blogging at BeliefNet, she is, among other things, the author of HerBadMother.com, Managing Editor of MamaPop, moderator of Her Bad Mother’s Basement, co-founder and co-editor of WeCovet, Contributing Editor at BlogHer, and (deep breath) founder of and contributor to Canada Moms Blog. And in her spare time… oh, wait. She doesn’t have spare time. But she’s okay with that.
This is the skyline as we approach our temporary home, the place that we are staying as we attend to the business of my father’s life and death.
Still, it seems like nothing, a vague threat, something that might chase us out of our beds, which is frightening, yes, but end of the day, it’s just that, a vague threat, something vaguely threatening, something that just doesn’t, when held up against death and loss, scare one as much as it ought to, perhaps.
Perhaps my nerves are dulled. Perhaps such a thing is necessary, when one’s heart is so sore.