https://media.blubrry.com/theworkingmommysmanual/content.blubrry.com/theworkingmommysmanual/WMM_GRIEF_4.mp3 Podcast: Play in new window | Download Subscribe: Apple Podcasts | RSS Grief isn’t convenient and it sure as hell isn’t easy. Fitting it in between client meetings and soccer practice is a difficult balancing act. This week Kat and Nic talk about their grief and healing without turning into complete blubbering disasters (mostly). Read more…
https://media.blubrry.com/theworkingmommysmanual/content.blubrry.com/theworkingmommysmanual/WMM_3.mp3 Podcast: Play in new window | Download Subscribe: Apple Podcasts | RSS But they listen to us when we yell! Kat and Nic try to use their inside voice. Read more…
Ten years ago an amazing man asked me a question that changed my life. No, it wasn’t my husband proposing to me—though it was a proposal of sorts. Ten years ago I was asked by a man I admire and respect if I would work with him. He specifically said that he wanted me to […] Read more…
https://media.blubrry.com/theworkingmommysmanual/content.blubrry.com/theworkingmommysmanual/WMM_PODCAST_1.mp3 Podcast: Play in new window | Download Subscribe: Apple Podcasts | RSS Nicole Corning and Kathleen Wilson, two real life working mother (you know the kind with no nannies, personal chefs, or live-in house keepers) introduce their Working Mommy’s Manual podcast. Designed to help you feel less crazy, more human, and part of this […] Read more…
One of my first and most brilliantly clear memories of being a mom was after my first night feeding with my son, I placed him back in the hospital bassinet that was surrounded by Plexiglas so I could stare at him. And in those quiet first moments of mother son bonding I sobbed hysterically because […] Read more…
I was raped in high school when I was sixteen years old and I never told another soul about it—mostly—until two years ago. Even now when I write or talk about it I feel disassociated from what happened. Like that sixteen year old version of me is someone I know but not really me. The […] Read more…
My grandmother Irene was so tough that behind her back I (lovingly) called her Imean. She raised six kids with a less than engaged philandering husband (sorry not sorry grandpa) in a small three bedroom home 1,700 miles away from her own family. There isn’t one thing in that last sentence that wouldn’t require nerves […] Read more…
My eleven-year-old son is playing tackle football for the first time this year. Before the season started the boys were asked to sell discount cards that no one will ever use for $25.00 each. Each boy was asked to sell ten and if they managed to sell twenty they would get a team sweatshirt with […] Read more…
I already feel like defending myself and I’ve barely started to write. So to get it out of the way I want you to know that I have two sons, a husband, a brother, a father and no daddy issues (anymore at least). I’ve worked in politics and finance—two fields where vaginas are still relatively […] Read more…
As working moms we’ve spent a good part of our adulthood checking all the right boxes. From the time we graduated from school most of us had a mental checklist of things we needed to do like move up the career ladder, get married, buy a house, squeeze out 2.5 kids, and try desperately not […] Read more…