Aidan Donnelley Rowley

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Aidan Donnelley Rowley

THE DALTON SCHOOL. YALE COLLEGE. COLUMBIA LAW. MY RESUME, IF I 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 MARRIAGE AND MOTHERHOOD AND MORALITY. AM I JUST ANOTHER SPOILED SOUL WHO IS WASTING AN ELITE EDUCATION? COULD BE.<br /> <br /> This was the welcome message on my blog <a rel="nofollow" href="http://ivyleagueinsecurities.com/">Ivy League Insecurities</a>&nbsp; (http://ivyleagueinsecurities.com). And this message, and this blog, and everything about me, seemed to be enraging some folks, so like an insecure citizen, I&nbsp;changed it.&nbsp; The point of the blog is NOT that an elite education is the ticket to easy street or the good life. &nbsp;Rather, it is that no league can prepare one for life. &nbsp;(Studying Plato did nothing to help me handle it when Toddler swallows Play-Doh. &nbsp;Catch my drift?) It is my contention that all of us, even Ivy Leaguers (especially Ivy Leaguers?)&nbsp;are insecure creatures. And we should stop pretending that we have it all together. &nbsp;Because perfection is BORING. &nbsp;Anyway, check out my site . &nbsp;<br /> <br /> A little bit more about me:<br /> <br /> I am an author. And has-been lawyer. And wife. And mother of two impossibly cute girls who have blue eyes and big cheeks and boys' names (just like their mom). I am the middle of five sisters (yes, all Ivy Leaguers). 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 <strong><a rel="nofollow" href="http://ivyleagueinsecurities.com/required-reading/" target="_blank">LIFE AFTER YES</a> </strong>comes out <strong>May, 18 20</strong><strong>10</strong>.

Stories by Aidan Donnelley Rowley

This morning, I am tired. Zapped from heat and humility. Yesterday, Husband, the girls, and I spent the day at the farm. What farm? you ask. And...
I believe in short sentences. And long love. I believe in big dreams. And small changes. I believe in deep laughter. And shallow fun. I believe in...
I have a friend. She is an aspiring actress. When she is not auditioning or acting, she waits tables at one of my favorite restaurants. A few weeks...
Some things we can debate until we are Bulldog blue in the face. But some things are pure fact. One such thing? That with each passing moment,...
In twenty-eight minutes, there will be a soft knock at the door. And I will pop up, tighten the sash of my white robe, tiptoe across carpet and...
I have this wonderful friend. We met when our babies were super young. Toddler and her firstborn were born a week apart and this friend and I met...
(This is fiction. But I wish it were real.) She sat there. In the back of the coffee shop. At a small round table. She wore headphones and squinted...
I have become a Multitasking Maven (or “Multitaskmaster,” if you prefer). And I’m beginning to wonder whether I’m proud of...
With a triple-barreled Irish name like Aidan Donnelley Rowley, you’d think I have grand plans today in honor of St. Patty’s Day. Not so...
I am not a word snob. No. I like words of all shapes and sizes and levels of pretension. I do. It’s just that I’ve never been a fan...
A few weeks ago, Husband and I went swimming with the girls in South Carolina and Toddler said something that I can’t stop thinking about. She...
I am not good enough. These five words, these five terrible words, floated through my head last night. And I have no idea why really. And as...
I have a mild allergy to adulthood. Actually, I am not sure it is so mild. Responsibilities? Chores? Calendars? Taxes? Bills? Budgets? Wrinkles?...
I am the product of an elite education. Dalton. Yale. Columbia Law. The point of this post is not to remind you of my scholastic...
On Friday morning, I boarded my flight to Chicago. Right foot first. Always. It was a big plane. And far from full. Clutching a vast coffee and a...

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