As a working mom a little traveling for work can be fun. A nice break from the day-to-day office and home hamster-wheel schedule. But a lot of travel is a real drag. You can never truly relax–it’s just not the same as sitting at home in your grubby clothes, sitting in “your spot” on the couch, […] Read more…
It was a tough week in the Corning household. My work week was absolutely brutal, I spent the better part of Saturday cleaning up dog vomit, summer finally came roaring in with 119 degree temperatures in Phoenix, my nine-year-old son lost the state flag football championship by one point after going undefeated all season – […] Read more…
I used to be so much fun. Like legit life of the party fun. I was a little crazy. Mischief was my middle name. You didn’t have to dare me to do anything because I was always up for an adventure. Then I became a mom. Sigh. You know it wasn’t just the kids. To […] Read more…
I’m not in any danger of anyone calling me a prude. I laugh at inappropriate jokes, I am wildly sarcastic, and I have such thick skin it takes me a really long time to realize someone actually doesn’t like me (hard to believe but yes, I am not everyone’s cup of tea). I bartended my […] Read more…
I remember sitting in a junior level communications class at UMass Amherst in 1995 when one of my classmates declared that her goal was to be an MTV VJ. I was like, “say what?” I remember thinking that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. But in retrospect I get it. When […] Read more…
I have to hand it to them – Congress has balls. Big ones. I don’t know whether to be furious or jealous that they have the cojones to threaten to not do their jobs for nearly an entire year. Part of me is like “heeeyyyy, that is crazy bad,” and the other part of […] Read more…
Keeping the schedules of me, my husband, and our two sons straight is like having to complete a 1,000 piece jig saw puzzle. While canoeing. In the open ocean. During a hurricane. Just kidding it’s way harder than that. Every Sunday night (don’t judge, I do wait until the last minute) I pull up my […] Read more…
have two sons, two rescue dogs and a husband. I am the only living thing producing estrogen in my house. Up until recently I had managed to keep the hormonal balance pretty even—or so I thought. My illusion came crashing down around me two years ago when I showed my son a picture of a […] Read more…
My parents are my saviors when it comes to helping me with my children. They pick them up twice a week from school, are always up for babysitting duty and school vacations – they have them covered. I swear I’m not trying to suck up to them (okay maybe a little) but they are seriously […] Read more…
In the year of a working mother I’d say December is the equivalent of competing in an Ironman triathlon. Holiday cards, family photo shoots for the holiday cards which require hour of shopping for coordinating but not matchy-matchy outfits, decorating the house, holiday parties, cookie bakes, presents – for friends, for family, for kids, for […] Read more…