I had a baby.

Yesterday a colleague of mine was having lunch with her old boss.

"She's a woman of a certain age," she said.

I wasn't sure exactly what that meant (It turns out this particular age is 76).

However, it got me thinking that I'm a woman of a certain, well, other age. The age where babies and husbands and suburbia - the have or the lack - take up a lot of room in the imaginations and conversations of me and my friends.

That's why I like Sara Levine's "Baby Love" so much. Levine is the chair of the Writing Program at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and I had a chance to hear her this past week at the Green Lantern's The Parlor Reading Series in Wicker Park. She's a fantastic reader - sly and funny. In this one myopic narrator she defines an urban, intellectual motherhood. Someone you might recognize from Facebook; a zealous contributor and maternal pioneer set to record her singular experience of mothering. But beneath the incredibly witty, tongue-in-cheek tone, Levine gets at something much more universal - a confounding reality of parenthood - the simultaneous need to both nurture and let go.

http://necessaryfiction.com/stories/sara-levine-baby-love-

Okay, maybe I'll take a look at those pictures from the Anne Geddes-lookalike photoshoot that just showed up in my newsfeed. After all, they do grow up so fast.