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…
Being a working mom is pretty bananas under the best of conditions. Throw in the additional stress of caring for another baby—your own business—and I think many of us would throw in the towel from the additional stress. But according to a recent study of 500 entrepreneurial moms by Vistaprint it turns out that the […] 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…
Momming ain’t easy and throwing a career into the mix adds a little extra something special. There are for sure days where I think to myself “is all this craziness worth it?” Usually it happens when I’m stuck in traffic, I’m already ten minutes late picking my son up from practice, I know I still […] 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…
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…
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…