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…
I know that I never appreciated my mother fully until I had children. If I’m really owning my embarrassing shortcomings I have to admit that even now I take her for granted. And I should know better because I know how awful it is to work the hardest I’ve ever worked and stress the most I’ve […] Read more…
For our third date my husband treated me to a home-cooked meal at his house. Even in my twenties I was quite a foodie having worked in the restaurant industry since I was fourteen. So expectations were high. So surprised doesn’t begin to cover how I felt when he served me pasta with sauce out […] Read more…
When I was pregnant with my oldest son thirteen years ago my friend gifted my future child a stuffed animal bunny rabbit. This bunny became The Bunny. The bunny that slept with my son every night. Every single night. Miraculously we never lost him nor did a dog ever confuse him for a toy chew. […] Read more…
Last week I had to make a very important pitch to a prospect. For the last eight years any major pitch has been made by me and my business partner. But this pitch I’d be flying solo. My business partner’s dad was just diagnosed with cancer so he is all hands on deck helping his […] Read more…
As a mother any time I do something for myself, personally or professionally, there are varying levels of guilt associated with it. Everything from peeing with the door closed to a girl’s night out to a work trip are all causes for enjoyment with a side serving of good old-fashioned guilt. And it pisses me […] Read more…
As a working mother with two sons, a husband, two dogs and a very demanding job I barely have time to cover all of my basics. You know the basics, like feeding the dogs, doing laundry, returning client phone calls and not forgetting to pick your youngest son up from robotics club (twice). Being proactive […] Read more…
I’m one of those working moms who is always asked how I do it all. I’m not proud of it. It’s really just a testament to my ability to smack a smile on my face regardless of how insane I’m feeling at the moment. I think most working moms (and let’s be honest this includes […] Read more…
I have loved Wonder Woman ever since I was in elementary school. I insisted on wearing my Wonder Woman underoos as often as possible (even when the red and blue graphics were clearly visible through whatever I was wearing—much to my mother’s horror). Linda Carter as Wonder Woman was my hero. She was beautiful, strong, […] Read more…
Until six month ago, aside from the two months it took me to get pregnant with each of my sons and the nine months of gestation, I had been on the pill since I was sixteen. In the spirit of full disclosure, there was that one time after the birth of my second and last […] Read more…