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 love to write. It is my therapy, my meditation, my outlet to release all the crazy buzzing around in my head. When I write about the trials, tribulation and triumphs of being a working mom I feel like I’m doing exactly what I was put on this earth to do. But lately I’ve been […] 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…
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…
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…
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 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…
This isn’t meant to be a pity party or a way to solicit “but you’re such a good mom” sympathy. It’s meant to be a recognition of the fact that I can be doing some things better as a mom—and specifically that I failed my kid recently because I let work get in the way. […] Read more…
When my husband and I were newlyweds we lived in a neighborhood filled with other young couples and starter families. One weekend afternoon I went to the local home improvement store with one of the neighbors who was also recently married to her husband. On the drive to the store we shared our stories of […] Read more…