Just When You Think You’re All Alone in This World………..

by Lisa Donovan

It’s always refreshing to find someone who understands where you’re coming from and what you are going through. In a world that seems full of focused and frolicky, shiney locked mothers who fit perfectly in their world of soccer games and Creative Memory parties, I was glad to come across this lady - Lindsay Ferrier - in our local weekly paper the Nashville Scene, which I am also an occasional arts writer for. I can’t relate to living in the suburbs, I actually do live in a pretty interesting downtown neighborhood with other artists, musicians and writers around.  But, I can sympathize greatly with that need for finding one’s place and community - especially since, and almost exclusively since, becoming a mother. For once, I can read about someone who’s take on motherhood and family life is so familiar.

Suburban Turmoil
My Not-So-Hip ZIP

by Lindsay Ferrier

WANTED: Suburban gal pal for stay-at-home-mom adrift in Bellevue and fearing for her sanity. Applicants must love David Sedaris, The Pixies and Charlie Kaufman movies. Persons with Lisa Rinna haircuts or tracksuits with pants that whoosh when they walk need not apply. Job requirements include but are not limited to weekly martini nights (no children, please), occasionally culminating in a prank call to the neighborhood association president. Interested parties please respond to this column.

A long time ago when I was a single working girl, I dreamed of one day buying an old house in an artsy Nashville neighborhood. I could just see myself serving up to-die-for mojitos to the neighbors as they jammed on homemade instruments atop my homey front porch. Mornings would find me at a locally owned coffeehouse, catching up on local gossip over a steaming mug of joe.

Five years later, I’m holed up in a Bellevue brick-front house, a stay-at-home mom to a toddler and two teen stepdaughters. I drive an extra-large SUV. I clip coupons. My coffee comes from the Starbucks drive-thru. What. The hell. Happened.

Basically, I fell in love and made some sacrifices, one of which apparently involved forking over my cool card. I seriously doubt I’m the only suburban mom with the occasional yearning for a nice drink-fueled dance fest at Mercy Lounge. But I wouldn’t call myself the most popular member of the PTA, either. I’m still trying to figure out exactly where I fit in.

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