How many pity parties have you had in the last week? the last month? By my count I’m up to about two full on “poor me” moments and about a half-dozen or so micro-moments. Because it is hard! No matter how funny and rewarding trying to raise a family and a maintain a career can be […] Read more…
A Day of Debauchery
Yesterday the inmates ran the prison and it was insanely fantastic. July 4th falling on a Wednesday created the perfect storm for our family. Most of the 4th was spent knocking out housework typically reserved for the weekend which meant that there wasn’t much in the way of cleaning to be done come Saturday. On […] Read more…
Gay People Can Get Married And A Black Man is President, So What?
In the car on my way to drop my sons at camp I heard on NPR that a critical portion of DOMA had been struck down. I let out a squeal of joy and started tearing up. My sons in the back seat of course wanted to know what the heck all the fuss was about. So I […] Read more…
Sleeping Like Michael Jackson
Mama said there’d be days like these – or in my case a month. Really, do I deserve a pity party any more than the next working mom? I mean is my crazy month all that special – two trips away from home (one business one for fun to be fair), end of school year […] Read more…
I Married Well
For me, being a working mom is existing in a constant state of managed chaos. Two small son, plus two rescue dogs, plus demanding career, plus – you know – life in general equals a daily nail-biting existence. And, yes, I am insane because I wouldn’t change a thing about it. And I seemingly hold it together […] Read more…
I Have Thirty-Nine Years; Thank you Holly Fischer.
There’s nothing like experiencing your birthday and the death of a friend in the same week to make you reexamine, well, you know, everything. And it’s not just any birthday or any friend. Thirty-nine is like the numeric equivalent of sort of pregnant. I’ve been telling friends that I’d like to just skip thirty-nine because eight […] Read more…
Doing Life Together
Let me preface this entire post by saying it’s pretty much the most uncomfortable thing I’ve probably ever written. And this coming from someone that wrote a book with an entire chapter about my sex life with my husband; so there’s that. But after what I will refer to as “The Incident” I felt I had to tackle this topic head […] Read more…
Proud Mama Moment
Maybe it’s because I was raised by hippies. Learning protest songs before nursery rhymes must have had some deep and lasting impression on my psyche. But no matter how much I rebelled against my parents (and believe me they still question if I could in fact come from their gene pool) by going to work in finance for “the man,” or […] Read more…
Strong Is The New Skinny
I hate lifting weights. Between my weak arms, the intimidating steroid pit at my gym, and you know the part where I actually have to lift the weights it just sends me over the edge. Luckily, my gym has a barbels class that I attend religiously (like lapsed-Catholic religiously) with my partner in crime – I mean my accountability […] Read more…
Defending Our Cubs
A bear got poked last Monday and it was pretty much the last straw. And folks should be on high alert because this bear is no garden variety grizzly – this bear eats grizzlies for breakfast. I’m talking about Mama Bears. We got poked and now we are angry. Okay, first we were weepy or numb. Maybe we threw ourselves a […] Read more…