Atfirst, we had so many eggs our household couldn't keep up in our production of quiches, scrambles, and frittatas. When we'd finally exhausted Mark Bittman's egg recipes, we began cooking and freezing them.
At 80, Nana married Henry, a former co-worker, years after Grandpa died. This miracle occurred when I was 25, and, per my usual, not dating anyone. "I attended my Nana's second wedding before I've even had my first!" I roared, half-delighted.
Over time, Nana stitched five pastel-patched baby quilts, one for each of her five grandchildren's children. Throughout the decades, while the other grandchildren and I suffered break-ups, smartphones, commitment phobia, internet dating, abortions, stillborns, and miscarriages, Nana quietly unstitched her hope.
Beginning in my mid-twenties, while studying the sacred texts of Judaism and Christianity, I began to feel a fire to work among orphans and vulnerable children in sub-Saharan Africa. This fire consumed all other desires, particularly the desire to wife and mother. I became a missionary instead.
My eggs, and what to do with them, had been a subject of contemplation for years ever since my high school friend, Remi, while hiking together in the Santa Monica Mountains, had dropped "freezing" her eggs into casual conversation.
My mind raced. These were the years in which I'd been saving money to adopt because I'd not yet found the right partner. I began to ponder everyone I had liked, dated, and/or rejected since I was five.
However devastated I felt at the time, this man's offering was doomed from the outset. For I was the sparrow who had found a home in the courts of the Lord, as the ancient Hebrew psalmist had written. I did not need, or want, a man to be my home.
I felt pressure, for I'd not taken Remi's advice. I'd not frozen my eggs. I found myself praying quite regularly for my eggs: "God, keep things working down there. All's I need is one good egg that splits. (I wanted twins). Oh, and a man."
I watched professor's wives pushing strollers through Moody's hallways, or handing neon sippy cups to toddlers while I dashed to Intelligentsia for a cup of coffee and thought to myself: "That looks so boring!" But sometimes I thought, "That kid is cute," or other times, if I was honest, I found myself hating this woman I didn't even know.
I feared this wife-mother-stranger-sister. I feared becoming her and not becoming her. Ultimately, I feared becoming the woman who, Sandra Cisneros writes, "sits her sadness on an elbow" and gazes out the window. I feared my own regret.
There may have been marriageable men along the way, or the opportunity to adopt, but I didn't see it. I had wanderlust. I wanted to write. To write stories and grants for wells in the desert and schools in the slums. I wanted to fund the rescue of vulnerable children with my words.
I wanted to sit in silence and contemplation. Today I wonder if this was marriage and motherhood ambivalence all along. Ambivalence revealing itself in half-hearted, online dating and an adoption savings account I would never use.
At the age of 42, after a dozen years of erratic dating, I saw my now-husband, David, on OkCupid standing on top of a fourteener in Colorado, holding a rock in his hand and grinning. He'd uploaded the classic holding-a-child-while-flexing photo. Arms. So noted. And he loved God.
I hit on him immediately and fell in love with him just as quickly. My ambivalence vanished. I told him I'd always wanted twins. He readily agreed as people high on the oxytocin and vasopressin of dating do.
After our first year of marriage, David and I embraced the "Que sera, sera" approach to family planning. How did we mentally solve the tradeoffs potential children would require? We didn't. We simply deployed the adage: "Let God, let go." Sans birth control, we did nothing to increase our chances of getting pregnant.
Once we had cycled through some months of not becoming pregnant, my desire for twins faded. A defense mechanism? A contented acceptance? Perhaps both. We watched friends crying through the same journey while we shed few tears. We considered how many nannies we could reasonably afford, how many hours we could work, how close we needed to live to my mother. A series of epiphanies ensued.
When David and I moved into our first home, she brought it over. As we lifted it from the box she burst into tears. I hugged her, feeling terrible for what my choices cost her. I have broken the family tree.
Think about it. I somehow managed to not choose a partner until the age of 42. I never put the pursuit of marriage and children in the foreground of my life. Once I was happily married, the decades of what I now identify as maternal ambivalence became a contented no.
The year prior to meeting David, my religious zeal had shifted from the vulnerable overseas to those in my own backyard: My female students suffering gender-based exclusion and violence. These were my chickadees.
Now in my late forties, I am reaping my harvest. I have sown, all these years, into the lives of other women's children, into the lives of children not my own. In the end, this is what I did with my eggs.
The drummer split off and formed his own band, The Fly-Bi-Nites, and I was drafted by The Echoes drummer into The Fly-Bi-Nites, because he had heard me sing back up and lead on a few songs, while playing with The Echoes. I then played with The Fly-Bi-Nites for a few years until I went off to college. I was the lead singer for The Fly-Bi-Nites. We had a great run! We were pretty popular around the area and played lots of gigs, almost every weekend for years. In 1964 The Beatles debuted on the Ed Sullivan Show and that was like the parting of the seas in terms of the musical interest of myself and my younger brother. We were transfixed! The fuse was lit, and it was a short fuse. I was more of a Beatles fan, but my younger brother, by 6 years, was more of a Rolling Stones fan. I was more of an Elvis fan than my younger brother, but we both loved his records.
Greg Presmanes: The drummer, Doug, Freedman, and I, played together in The Echoes band, a quartet (lead, rhythm, bass, drums) led by our lead guitar player, and lead singer. The drummer, Doug Freedman, split off from The Echoes, and formed The Fly-Bi-Nites. He asked me to sing lead for The Fly-Bi-Nites after hearing me sing lead on a few songs, and sing back up in The Echoes.
Tommy Dean: Doug Friedman, Bobby Levinson, Bob Wade and band manager Lee Krinski were all students at Florida Central Academy. Doug pushed to start a band and talked Bob Wade into teaching Bobby Levinson to play guitar.
Tommy Dean: I got in trouble at school for being a smartass. Parents made me quit the band and decided that I was going to go to Riverside Military Academy. It looked like a prison and I decided I was going to run away from home. While waiting for school to begin its next semester, someone called from Six Flags Over Georgia, an amusement park. They needed a tuba player. I spent the summer going to summer school and working at Six Flags. I was spared.
Tommy Dean: Playing on a boat at Lake Lanier, watching coeds puke in the gravel parking lot in Athens, GA, Bob Wade having to follow the sheriff to Athens courthouse because he had illegal mufflers on his 1966 Chevy Super Sport.
Greg Presmanes: I retired from trial practice lawyering a couple of years ago, and, since then, writing music, singing songs, and performing as often as I can, either as a single, duo, or in my three and five piece bands.
Another fine and informative interview.I enjoy reading those interviews from bands/artistes who only got to issue a 45,it really must have been a very exciting time for them at such a young age,and with such creativity and change going on around them.It was great they got to record and release a self written song,and such a good one too,as i do have it on a couple of comps on cd,to my ears its certainly shows them to be rather mature as songwriters for such a young age.Oh to have heard a whole album by them,but alas parents ONLY want the best for their kids,even if it meant the end of a promising young outfit like this,but man what memories to have,and to have a physical thing like a 45 reminding ones self and others of a more innocent time.
Thank you for an enjoyable interview.
"We Found Love" is a song by Barbadian singer Rihanna from her sixth studio album, Talk That Talk (2011). The song features (and was written and produced by) Scottish DJ Calvin Harris, whose 2012 album 18 Months also includes the track. "We Found Love" premiered on September 22, 2011, on the Capital FM radio station in the United Kingdom, and was made available to download on the same day as the lead single from Talk That Talk. "We Found Love" is an uptempo electro house song, with elements of dance-pop, techno and Europop. The song's lyrics speak of a couple who "found love in a hopeless place".[1]
The song was a major worldwide success. It topped the US Billboard Hot 100 for ten non-consecutive weeks, becoming the longest running number-one single of 2011. The single also surpassed "Umbrella" and became Rihanna's longest running number one single. It was the singer's eleventh song to top the Hot 100, placing her in third place among female recording artists amassing the most number one singles. Outside of the United States, "We Found Love" topped the charts in 25 other countries, including Canada, Australia, New Zealand, France, Germany, the Republic of Ireland, Russia, Scotland, Switzerland, and the United Kingdom. According to Billboard it is the 29th most successful single of all time in the US. As of 2015, the single has sold 10.5 million copies worldwide,[2] thus being one of the best selling singles of all time.
The song's accompanying music video, directed by Melina Matsoukas, depicts the singer as a drug-abusing thrill-seeker in a relationship that quickly spirals downward into addiction and domestic violence. The video won a Grammy Award for Best Music Video at the 55th Annual Grammy Awards and MTV Video Music Award for Video of the Year at the 2012 MTV Video Music Awards. The song has been performed on both the UK and US versions of The X Factor, as well as at the 54th Annual Grammy Awards and the 2012 Brit Awards. Multiple recording artists have covered "We Found Love" including British artists Coldplay and Jessie J.
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