Abby Margolis Newman
About Abby Margolis Newman
Abby Margolis Newman, whose blog, "Un/lucky," can be found at abbymargolisnewman.blogspot.com, has been a freelance writer for almost 20 years, and is now lending her talent to ModernMom. She has written for The New York Times, Parenting, Working Mother, and Scholastic, among many other publications. Her earlier career incarnations include working as a film producer and as a fundraiser for Planned Parenthood and PBS. But in reality, she has spent the vast majority of her time over the last 18 years mothering three boys. She lives in Mill Valley, California. Follow her on Twitter @newmaniacs
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To start at the beginning, read Chapter 1: Abby's Crap News - AKA My "Journey" With Cancer
When it comes to losing one's hair, there is a huge difference between theoretical and actual - and this may sound totally sexist, but I think it's much worse if you're a woman. (Except maybe if you're Ozzy Osbourne or Russell Brand.)
Chemotherapy = hair loss. We all know this, right? But I sailed through my first two treatments with very little nausea and almost no other side effects, so to an outside observer I didn't "look" like someone with cancer. Then a few days after my second treatment, having...
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How young is too young for Facebook?
I’ve been thinking about this question because my youngest son, Henry (age 12) asked about getting a Facebook page.
Henry has two older brothers (ages 16 and 17) who are both on Facebook, but I am not inclined to let Henry participate until high school.
So I read with great interest a piece in the New York Times Magazine by Bill Keller, which started out: “Last week my wife and I told our 13-year-old daughter she could join Facebook. Within a few hours she had accumulated 171 friends, and I felt a little as if I had passed my child a pipe of crystal meth...
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To start at the beginning, read Chapter 1: Abby's Crap News - AKA My "Journey" With Cancer
The Kindness of Strangers and Others
I cut my hair. And then I cut it again. I can't even remember the last time I wore my hair short - I don't particularly like it short, but I know it's going to fall out within weeks, so I wanted to feel some modicum of control over the process. (Or the illusion of control, anyway.)
My hairstylist, Kara, cut my hair for free, a gesture that brought me to the verge of tears, as so many things do these days. She has even offered to come to my house to do the "final...
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