Blooming Yaya  co-authored by Bobita

How’d you get the name “Bobita?” When I was in fifth grade my family moved to a very small mountain town in Arizona.  The school that I attended had an enrollment of 13 children.  Yes, 13 children in the entire school; which included 1st – 8th grade.  I attended this school for a grand total of 3 months.  While there, the only other fifth grader befriended me (what choice did she have??).  Almost daily, we pretended that we were movie stars, hiding from all of our many, many fans.  We would pass notes all day long discussing where we were going to hide out, who we would invite to our secret hideout and which male movie stars we would invite to join us.  My movie star name was Bobita, because it sounded romantic and would surely lure Scott Baio to my secret lair!
 
Favorite posts: The Cost of Safety, The Day my Life Stood Still, & Pineapple Wisdom

Why did you start blogging? My mentor told me about her blog and recommended that I visit the blog of a mother in Seattle.  After reading the entire contents of both blogs, I immediately developed my own.  I knew that blogging was for me because: 1) I love to tell stories, 2) I process my thoughts and feelings through writing and 3) suddenly I wasn’t alone in my dichotomous experience of motherhood!!
 
What’s the best and worst part of graduate school? The best part is that I am constantly learning something new; my grey matter is never at rest.  Right now, the challenge of writing my dissertation is particularly invigorating because I have recently fallen “out of love” with the mundane, previously all-consuming tasks of motherhood and housewifery.  The tasks that beg my return include: washing dishes, doing the laundry and cleaning wax from my children’s ears.

The worst part is that although I am occupied by researching and writing, I can’t avoid the stack of dirty dishes in my sink for more than a few days, eventually the reserves of clean underwear are depleted and very quickly my children have accumulated stores of ear wax enough to start a candle-making business.  Or perhaps, a handlebar-mustache servicing trade?
 
Who would be better in the sack — Jung or Freud and why? Although Freud was exceptionally preoccupied by the powers of the penis, I have to go with Jung.  It seems to me that Freud spent too much time reveling in the magnificence of the appended beast, and too little time perfecting its use.  Whereas Jung was a bit more existential, philosophical, somewhat poetic and thought and pontificated about deeply fascinating concepts related to how we are all connected.  Jung strikes me as more original and creative; as having the patience and interest in making a woman very happy that she was at the receiving end of his…attention.