tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post115456338656046112..comments2009-12-22T09:23:01.895-08:00GIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-77523193619308222462009-12-22T09:01:27.969-08:002009-12-22T09:01:27.969-08:00i know this is wayyyy old but iv&#39;e been reading through your blog for 2 weeks (at work!)im not yet pregnant but am planning and have just &quot;dry-cleaned&quot; my life of all the garbage that used be at my house, hanging around and taking advantage. these faux-friends that i would say how much they meant to me and ignore the little voice saying &quot;really.....you sure....these guys?&quot; so this post really struck a cord with me, 3 years after you wrote it, you in amereica, me in england. thats pretty cool, thanks.flibbetygibbethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03197471949485822648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-82197668633405620432007-07-31T16:15:00.000-07:002007-07-31T16:15:00.000-07:00How wonderful it must be being you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1165377551635303882006-12-05T19:59:00.000-08:002006-12-05T19:59:00.000-08:00Thank you for this post.<BR/><BR/>Since my girl was born 10 months ago, I have struggled to put into words the feeling of centered change that you described with such grace.<BR/><BR/>My core self has not changed, and this isn't one of those periods where I've lost my shit a little bit, dyed my hair three bizarre colors and adopted a South African accent while "looking" for myself, tending only to find bad company.<BR/><BR/>I don't look for myself because I'm so grounded, I'm so "here". And, it's because of her. Because of her edible thighs and sweet little neck and her earnest way of reaching out her arm as she makes some unintelligible consonant laden sound that she means with all her heart. <BR/><BR/>I'm still me. But, more importantly, I'm "Mommy. Mom. Woman with offspring."<BR/>Thanks again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1162673868407972292006-11-04T12:57:00.000-08:002006-11-04T12:57:00.000-08:00Thanks for the advise in your email. This entry was very well written and I aslo enjoyed it greatly. I'm an avid reader an writer, and I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it.<BR/><BR/>As for inde rock check out my friends, The Hard Goodbye, they're from Venice and they jam. I bought their record on itunes, and there's a link on their website.<BR/><BR/>http://www.sarchicha.org/icsi/smc/spr/hg/contact.html<BR/><BR/>MitchMitch Mcdadhttp://www.mitchmcdad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1157267221071522602006-09-03T00:07:00.000-07:002006-09-03T00:07:00.000-07:00Really interesting perspective, you can feel the humanity come through with the humor...Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11254419692487566993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1155209300248241402006-08-10T04:28:00.000-07:002006-08-10T04:28:00.000-07:00GGC, you are awesome. I love your words as insects crawling across the screen metaphor.kristahttp://blog.thesilentk.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154950633813902382006-08-07T04:37:00.000-07:002006-08-07T04:37:00.000-07:00Insightful. Frank. Cut me to the core.<BR/><BR/>You are second to none GCG. This post hit me in a way that I don't have the words for. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for writing it Rebeccasunshine scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17049745050947936354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154889782971532362006-08-06T11:43:00.000-07:002006-08-06T11:43:00.000-07:00God, I love you Rebecca! And even I believe it when I say it. And I love that baby of yours, too. <BR/><BR/>Wait, I don't even know you IRL, so I'm going to modify that. I love so much what you share with us on your blog. And what you share of Archer. It could never be all of you but what the fuck? I love what I see. :-)MrsFortunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970080006884444863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154744460819055422006-08-04T19:21:00.000-07:002006-08-04T19:21:00.000-07:00This is so late-to-the-party and all and really such a banal thng to say, BUT.<BR/><BR/>I love you love you love you because you always tell it so, so true and bring tears to my eyes and even though I hate hate hate the tears being brung when you do it I don't mind so much. And that's sumthin. <BR/><BR/>I wish that there were a better way to say that. My blogging - WRITING, reading - experience wouldn't be what it is if you weren't out there.Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04582220249796318524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154741130693737112006-08-04T18:25:00.000-07:002006-08-04T18:25:00.000-07:00Well DONE, GCC!Misfit Hausfrauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07576687862751587196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154734298008495672006-08-04T16:31:00.000-07:002006-08-04T16:31:00.000-07:00yup, you'll never be the same once you become a mother. enjoying your writing!NotSoccer Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13064051529959174900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154723803141628672006-08-04T13:36:00.000-07:002006-08-04T13:36:00.000-07:00Everything you've been and done has brought you to this exact moment in time. Had you done anything different, your words might not have been here for us to be so profoundly touched.Domestic Chickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464391259920737902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154719535254862592006-08-04T12:25:00.000-07:002006-08-04T12:25:00.000-07:00It always sounds cliche to say motherhood changes us, but it's cliche because it's true 100% of the time, and so many eloquent people (like you) have recognized it. No matter who we were before, we are ALWAYS different after (during) motherhood. And you're right, it doesn't make what was before any less significant to your life - it just makes what is now that much more profound.Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02667140531327670081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154712499320750082006-08-04T10:28:00.000-07:002006-08-04T10:28:00.000-07:00Poetry, my dear. You weave the most vivid images through my brain.<BR/><BR/>And yes, it all agrees with you.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14201026800588871502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154708494163748852006-08-04T09:21:00.000-07:002006-08-04T09:21:00.000-07:00This is the second time I've ever read your blog, but after this post, I've just turned into a daily reader. I wrote something recently about how all of a sudden I'm "normal" and it shocks me. After looking back on my past (sex drugs rock and roll, ya know...all of it) I'm shocked how being a mommy just changed it all. And not because I was forced too, just because it just happened, and it just feels right.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498882698871973763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154674296839427172006-08-03T23:51:00.000-07:002006-08-03T23:51:00.000-07:00Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has commented on this post. I was overhwhelmed by your response, your nods and "been theres."<BR/><BR/>It always trips me out when I write something so personal and so many people identify with it. Pretty amazing, all the common denominators...GIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154667216507487392006-08-03T21:53:00.000-07:002006-08-03T21:53:00.000-07:00I have nothing of substance to add, except that I need to read you more. You write beautifully.Mommy off the Recordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08753955507453979682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154665501404433462006-08-03T21:25:00.000-07:002006-08-03T21:25:00.000-07:00Someone once told me that if you aren't transformed then you aren't doing it right. He wasn't talking specifically about motherhood, rather about times in our lives when we have the opportunity for growth. You have taken your opportunity and run with it. <BR/><BR/>Great post. It is posts like these that is why I continue to read blogs. The humor brought me in, but the feelings I have while I read are what keeps me around. Your eloquence helps me put words to things I can't otherwise. Thanks for that.Applesasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15747054328242948623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154661171080930092006-08-03T20:12:00.000-07:002006-08-03T20:12:00.000-07:00Amazing post, sounds like we've lived such similar lives.Mama C-tahttp://www.mamac-ta.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154642106603227732006-08-03T14:55:00.000-07:002006-08-03T14:55:00.000-07:00BRAVA!Onetallmommahttp://onetallmomma.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154641775869567432006-08-03T14:49:00.000-07:002006-08-03T14:49:00.000-07:00Scanning the responses---most (or all) are from females...having a baby and becoming a mother certainly makes changes. BUT - becoming a father brought about (at least for me) almost all you mentioned. <BR/>Understanding what it means to be a parent is the key...hooray for you!!!Grandpaeastnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154630700117472902006-08-03T11:45:00.000-07:002006-08-03T11:45:00.000-07:00Oooh, I love it. I love it! You put into words something I'm not sure I've even grasped onto yet about myself. I'm 22, and having a baby young really made me stop and look at my life and make adjustments, like you said, distancing myself from certain people. Very well put. Cool.Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02131421145727292638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154628474674017312006-08-03T11:07:00.000-07:002006-08-03T11:07:00.000-07:00BEAUTIFUL!<BR/><BR/>I've recently cleaned out my emotional garage too! It's nice not having all those people who say they'll call then don't, or who are too busy to even have an occasional lunch, or just take, take, take. I wish them all the best but I have two angels that God has entrusted me to care for, now I'm too busy. <BR/><BR/>I can't say I'm never lonely, but I'd rather be alone than in bad company! Plus I've opened myself up for real friendships to develop in the future.cutemamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623891993813603463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154628186409437412006-08-03T11:03:00.000-07:002006-08-03T11:03:00.000-07:00I so often don't know what to say to your posts except "I agree. I agree. I agree."<BR/>You write the hell out of your topics with such skill and sincerity, man. I read all your stuff, even though I don't often comment. The reason for this is that, like I said, you say it all so well that there's nothing left to do but nod and sniffle.<BR/>So<BR/>[nod]<BR/>[sniffle]Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332126804455557046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1154625225767138992006-08-03T10:13:00.000-07:002006-08-03T10:13:00.000-07:00i love this. sincerely. such a kick ass entry. so insightful and so true.<BR/>it's weird and lame, but before blake- i could watch anything on tv.. nothing grossed me out or offended me... then after having him, i can't stomach to watch shows that are just fucking stupid- like jackass. i have no tolerance. and i swear, nothing changed except birthing. it's weird what becoming a mother does to you. but it's cool.jennsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07704830625784773198noreply@blogger.com