I have a brilliant, fearless and slightly deranged friend who is a middle school teacher. By choice. And she isn’t an alcoholic. Weird, right? It was this friend who stopped me in the middle of a full on vent session about how much I felt like punching my twelve-year-old in the throat because he had […] Read more…
When I read the findings of a poll published in this week’s New York Times I felt like perhaps the Morning Consult, the firm that had conducted the poll, had inadvertently surveyed the citizens of Saudi Arabia rather than the good ‘ole US of A. The poll showed without a doubt that adults do not […] Read more…
When my oldest son, who I call my evil genius, was five I gave him a consequence for some minor transgression (probably something like trying to smother his younger brother or painting the dog). His temper flaring, he informed me that I was no longer his friend. To which I smiled and told him, “You […] Read more…
I hate shopping. I hate it so much that even though I am a high functioning forty-three-year-old professional woman my mommy still buys my clothes for me. It’s less painful to admit that than actually have to go shopping for myself. Because I hate to shop so much, I also have a hard time parting […] 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…
As a working mother I never really unplug. Like ever. On work trips I’m still figuring out who is picking up the boys from practice. On “vacations” I schlep along my laptop so that I don’t get too far behind on emails (I tell myself it’s better to take an hour a day of vacation […] Read more…
I will not be bashing Ivanka. Sorry if I’ve disappointed any of you. But I have a personal policy of not tearing down women. My candle does not burn brighter by snuffing others out. And let’s face it she probably is the sanest person in the White House. And I do have some moments of […] Read more…
Death-defying roller coasters, swimming with sharks, skydiving, running with the bulls of Pamplona: child’s play. All of them. When compared with a woman figuring out—maybe for the first time in her life—how powerful she really is nothing even comes close to that thrill. I know because I’ve seen it happen. As women, being a good […] Read more…
I got the best call and the worst call from a friend of mine last week. She and I have been friends since high school which means we’ve seen each other at most of our highest and lowest points—from birth of our first child to passing out cold after drinking one too many Bacardi Breezers. […] 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…