Report From The Heart (24 hours in the mind of a mother)
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Report From The Heart (24 hours in the mind of a mother)
A book whose aim is so perfect it's a bulls eye to the heart." San Francisco Examiner & Chronicle
Mommy isn't happy. It doesn't feel like happily ever after. Every day she asks the question: should she stay? Can she go? Maybe this is all there is and she should just suck it up.
This non-fiction journal, goes to the heart of what every woman fears and asks herself about marriage, children and life. "How do you feel this morning? Did you have a good sleep? Did you get the work you wanted? Are you glad to come home at night? Do you like the children. If you didn't have children would you think it was better to have them or not? What about the baby's face? Do you think it's beautiful? Do you think I'm beautiful. How are your Eggs Ranchero? Too much pepper? Oh, I forgot you don't like pepper. Are you mad because I didn't get your shirts from the cleaner? Are you mad because I bought the cheap birdseed and the birds aren't eating it? Are you mad because I don't like birds? Why don't you ever get mad? Why do the children always get hurt when you watch them? Why do they always lose their mittens?
Constructed around one day in her life, this book is about the pleasures, irritations, and occasional rage of having children, about the anxieties of sex, about the compromises of other women, about the awesome possibility that when all is said and done and the day is ended, this may be, after all, "the love story of the century."
"If I hadn't married I would have spent the rest of my life looking for someone to marry. And if I hadn't had children, I would have made the begetting of a child, by one means or another, my life's work. There was no other way for my generation and it's ridiculous to speculate that my life could have turned out any other way."
A very personal account that goes right to the heart of what every woman thinks, fears and asks herself about marriage, children and life itself.