My Life In Theory

I was trying to make soup, nothing fancy just a package of top ramen the kind with instructions on the package. 4 simple steps boil water, add noodles, remove from heat, add packet of seasoning. Somewhere between boiling water and adding noodles I got distracted with a phone call and well did you know boiling water can eventually evaporate leaving a scolded pot an upset mother and a stove that was never the same. After that moment my family had a simple rule “don’t ask Virginia to cook.” Now don’t get confused I’m a lot of things a college graduate, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, an employee, but the one thing I most definitely am not is a chef. My sister always says I makes great reservations. I’m a fabulous host I can clean, organize, fellow instructions, pick up ingredients and serve as assistant to someone else doing the cooking. And that worked for me for the better part of the last 36 years. I’ve been able to survive off reservations, fast food, prepackaged mea...

Step 1  When the United States started "Lockdown" I was one month shy of my daughter's 1st birthday I was going to therapy twice a month and dealing with postpartum anxiety and a constant nagging fear in the back of my head that I simply wasn't doing enough. You know that voice the "you suck" voice, the "you are a terrible mom" voice, the "you aren't enough" voice well mine was on stereo and despite what I thought were my best efforts they simply weren't improving.   Then the whole world went into lockdown suddenly it wasn't just a matter of me feeling like I wasn't a good enough mom it was a matter of needing to make sure that my family would be okay. That when all this madness was over be it 2 weeks or where are we as I write this a year and counting that we would make it and that my daughter would be happy and enjoy her childhood despite all the madness going on around her.  I don't know if it was my mother's in...