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Dalai Mama Dishes

by Catherine Newman

Catherine Newman cooks for the family

Dalai Mama Dishes

Catherine Newman cooks for the family

Pot Roast

Posted October 20, 2008
I understand that the words "pot roast" may inspire about as much excitement for you as the words "stool softener." I get it, I do. Believe me. I was a vegetarian for sixteen years-in fact, Michael and I met when we were both living in the kind of hardcore vegetarian co-op where you had to have a house meeting every night about rennetless cheese. I get it. But then something happened to me, and no-it wasn't bacon, although yes, bacon… Read More
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Plum Cake

Posted October 13, 2008

There is not much that makes me feel more happily maternal than baking a small cake on a weeknight.

And now I'm starting a new paragraph, because that sentence really needs to be left all alone up there. Maybe some of my hundreds of UC Santa Cruz feminist theory students circa 1992-1999 will come upon this, and they'll remember my motorcycle boots and my hockey skates and my badass politics, and they'll be all What the? They'll be all, Hello Professor… Read More
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It's Not Good-bye — It's Bon Appetit!

Posted October 13, 2008
It's what they call one of those days. It is. Everything is fine, and nothing is, and I have an image of myself as the mother sitting with her children in a sunny room, everyone working peacefully on a quiet little sewing project, a quiet little pencil drawing, and sometimes my life is just like that, only not today. Today I am frantic and stumbling, frazzledly inattentive, while the kids need need need something from me. What do they need?… Read More
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Forty

Posted October 06, 2008
"Maybe," Ben announced, apropos of nothing, "houses should have something called a farting room. It wouldn't have to be as big as a bathroom. It could just be, like, a closet with a door. Or not even a door - just a hole cut out, like you do for a pet, and you could stick your butt in and fart. It could just be empty except for some bottles of perfume." He thinks before adding, true to his practical nature,… Read More
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Pants and Undies that Fall Down Every Five Minutes, Part II

Posted October 02, 2008
It's not just that, halfway out the door to my first yoga class, I run back inside to pee, and end up spotting a little blemish on my chin, and by spotting I mean, of course, picking and squeezing, until my whole face is swollen and blotchy, like I have the mumps crossed with the measles. And it's not just that I'm sweating too much to wear my glasses but have become so nearsighted that I can only alternate between… Read More

Pants and Undies that Fall Down Every Five Minutes

Posted September 22, 2008
Sometimes, I see, in my peripheral vision, the mother I am trying to be. There she is! It's a Sunday morning, and she has gotten up early, scrubbed clean her face and teeth, swept back her shining hair, and crept downstairs in a flowered kimono to make breakfast for her family. The aroma of baking raspberry-buttermilk scones will rise seductively up to her husband and children, beckon them down to the sunny table set with juice glasses and a pitcher… Read More
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About Catherine Newman

Catherine Newman is the author of the memoir, Waiting for Birdy: A Year of Frantic Tedium, Neurotic Angst, and the Wild Magic of Growing a Family, available online and in bookstores nationwide.

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