"Philosophers are adults who persist in asking childish questions." - Isaiah Berlin
Thursday, July 9, 2009
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... because no league prepares you for life.
What's This All About?
Aidan Donnelley Rowley
The Dalton School. Yale College. Columbia Law. My resume, if I still had one, would have that triple-Ivy-League luster. But, alas, here I am in my blue jeans, a five second lawyer, a rookie novelist, a Manhattan mom of two, musing about everything from motherhood to morality. Am I just another spoiled soul who is wasting an elite education? Could be…
About Me
- Aidan Donnelley Rowley
- New York, New York
- I am a writer. And has-been lawyer. And wife. And mother of two impossibly cute and endlessly exhausting girls (Toddler and Baby) who have blue eyes (I won't show you) and boys' names (I won't tell you) just like their mom. Husband is a handsome and humble and happy soul who keeps me sane and smiling (which is no small feat). I am the middle of five sisters (yes, same parents, yes, all Dalton and all Yale). I was born and raised on the Upper West Side of Manhattan where I still (and venture to say will always) live. My apparent need to announce my alma maters (and the cuteness of my kids) is hard evidence of deep and ever-evolving insecurities I have heretofore worked hard to hide. I spend my days trying (and failing) to push the Bugaboo with one hand and work my beloved BlackBerry with the other, plucking stray Cheerios from the carpet, and lingering at Starbucks watching all of you order your coffees, worrying if I am a good wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, citizen of the world (oh, and writing too).
My first novel BlackBerry Girl is slated for release in summer 2010. Stay tuned!
what you've missed
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July
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- I've Moved!
- Playground Plaid
- Now We're Talking
- Tan Theft
- One Year
- Quitting Is Delicious
- Tea and Sconces
- Domestically Disturbed
- Is Quitting Always Bad?
- Keep Asking. Always.
- BUI (Breastfeeding Under the Influence)
- The Bread Boycott
- Are You a Screamer?
- Elaine Envy
- Back to "Business"
- Clichés Are Cute
- Freedom
- Independence
- What Have I Done Wrong?
- Is Knowledge Always Power?
- Happy 2.5th Birthday, Toddler!
- Beach Brain
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Labels
- parenting
- more serious than silly
- silly and serious
- more silly than serious
- Insecurely Yours
- blogging
- health
- law
- pregnancy
- writing
- Upper West Side
- cyber-celebs
- sundays
- Happy Headache
- holidays
- philosophy
- technology
- the economy
- Toddler-isms
- quotes
- yale
- cocktails
- dalton
- education
- jury duty
- BlackBerry
- cats
- environment
- events
- travel
- who knows?
- Starbucks
- Wednesdays
- celebs
- columbia
- continued learning
- dreaming
- for beginners
- Ivy League Latte
- Religion
- Saturday Spreads
- blonde moments
- grammar police
- injustice
- mature mothering moments
- nature
- restaurants
- self-improvement
- subway
- theories
I believe that...
- Life should be a tapestry of the serious and the silly
- We should never stop asking ourselves that childhood question: "What do we want to be when we grow up?"
- Anonymity is both amazing and alarming
- It is okay to spend our days talking about Plato AND Play-Doh
- Insecurities are often inspirations
- To live is to worry
- Highly-accomplished people are almost always highly-insecure (which is not a bad thing)
- Our society is obsessed with the Ivy League because it is the biggest, baddest brand of all
- No one should be 100% honest about her labor story
- Sugar and television, in moderation, are good for the child's soul
- Pinot grigio and coffee, in moderation, are good for the parent's soul
- Finding a good nanny is almost as hard (and almost as important) as finding a good man
Current Obsessions:
- Sussing out this blogosphere-thing
- Thinking of a name for my sister's baby
- NYT's Motherlode blog
- Nietzsche
- Baby drool
- Starbucks Pike Place Roast
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