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Fab Forties: Birds of a Feather
As the blogger and photographer behind Living Outside the Stacks, I independently select and write about stuff I love and things I think you’ll enjoy too. Living Outside the Stacks has affiliate and advertising partnerships so I get revenue from sharing this content and from your purchase. Thank you for your support. The last time I saw my twin sister was in 2019. We haven’t celebrated our birthday together in years – we’ve almost always lived way too many miles apart for quick visits and life has pretty much gotten in the way of extended visits. A few years ago, she moved a little over five hours away from me…
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Happy Birthday to Us
We were so cute!! You guys, my sister and I are celebrating 46 spins around the sun. I’m so grateful to Jesus for each and every breath… For every display of love… And for undeserved grace and mercy. My sister and I have always known the dramatic story of our birth. Mom used it as a way to highlight my our need for attention since birth. And as I tell you the story, you’ll understand that we come by our dramatics honestly. Thank you, Mom and Dad… It was about 5 AM on a Saturday morning in 1973 when my dad went racing down the streets of Washington, D.C. in…
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Happy Birthday to Twin A and B {Repost for their 18th Birthday}
I gave birth to Twin A and Twin B 18 years ago today. But, really, their story began nine days earlier….. On 11 September 1995, The Hubs and I showed up at the hospital for a routine OB visit. The baby was due in nine days and, almost overnight it seemed, I had put on about 15 or 20 lbs and my pregnancy gait had shifted into full on waddle. Furthermore, the baby was bouncing all over the place. Don’t babies normally slow down the closer you get to the due date? Anyway, The Hubs and the two-year-old sat in the waiting room while the doctor pulled out the measuring…
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Seventeen Years Ago Today… {Repost for the Birthday of Twin A and Twin B}
I gave birth to Twin A and Twin B, also known as Jazmine and Brandon. But, really, their story begins nine days earlier….. On 11 September 1995, the hubs and I showed up at the hospital for a routine OB visit. The baby was due in nine days and, almost overnight it seemed, I had put on about 15 or 20 lbs and my pregnancy gait had shifted into full on waddle. Furthermore, the baby was bouncing all over the place. Don’t babies normally slow down the closer you get to the due date? Anyway, the hubs and the two~year~old sat in the waiting room while the doctor pulled out…
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Hanging with My Sister
One of the benefits of moving from Pennsylvania to Missouri is that it has put me within driving distance of my twin sister, which means that I get to see my nephews… The chubby baby, whom I affectionately call “Baby Danny” even though that’s not his name. In the middle of our conversation, Baby Danny got up and started walking towards the hubs… And the other, whom I call “Little A” even though he assures me that he is, in fact, a “big boy”… After being away from my sister for over a decade, I’m thrilled that I now get to capture special moments with her and her family… How…
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Switched at Birth: What Would You Do?
Did you watch Switched at Birth? The show premiered Monday night on ABC Family. Seriously, ABC Family has been airing some pretty decent shows. I hope this show finds the same success as The Secret Life of the American Teenager because this show has real potential. It stars D.W. Moffett and Lea Thompson as John and Kathryn Kennish who find out that their daughter was switched at birth with the daughter of Regina Vasquez, played by Constance Marie. The first episode centered around the families getting to know each other and the girls trying to find their place within their new families. At several points, the Kennishes push the boundaries and occasionally…
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I’m Guest Posting at the mahogany way birth cafe
Almost 16 years ago, I traded in my sporty little white Ford Escort GT for a mini van. Not a “swagga wagon” but a big teal green got a pack of screaming kids in the back and gooey stuff between the seats mini van. I was twenty~two years old and in no way prepared for three car seats (!), but nine days before I was due to give birth, the doctor announced that I was having twins… A few weeks ago, Darcel from The Mahogany Way tweeted about a desire to collect birth stories from women of color for her blog, the mahogany way birth cafe, a birth talk blog…
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The Dramatic Story of Our Birth
My sister and I have always known the dramatic story of our birth. Mom used it as a way to highlight my our need for attention since birth. And as I tell you the story, you’ll understand that we come by our dramatics honestly. Thank you, Mom and Dad… It was about 5 AM on a Saturday morning in 1973 when my dad went racing down the streets of Washington, D.C. in his little Datsun. With dual horns blaring and my mother tensing up in labor, my dad violated every traffic law on the books. Really, what do stop lights mean when your wife is about to give birth to…
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15 Years Ago Today…
I gave birth to Twin A and Twin B, also known as Jazmine and Brandon. But, really, their story begins nine days earlier….. On 11 September 1995, my husband and I showed up at the hospital for a routine OB visit. The baby was due in nine days and, almost overnight it seemed, I had put on about 15 or 20 lbs and my pregnancy gait had shifted into full on waddle. Furthermore, the baby was bouncing all over the place. Don’t babies normally slow down the closer you get to the due date? Anyway, Tony and two~year~old Symone waited in the waiting room while the doctor pulled out the…
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We Were Drama Queens from Birth
Oh how I wish I’d found this on Sunday! My sister and I have always known the story of our birth, Mom used it as a way to highlight our need for drama since birth. And as I tell you the story, you’ll understand that we come by our dramatics honestly. Thank you, Mom and Dad. It was about 2 AM on a Saturday morning in 1973 when my dad went racing down the streets of Washington, D.C. in his little Datsun. With dual horns blaring and my mother tensing up in labor, my dad violated all sorts of traffic laws. Really, what do stop lights mean when your wife…
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