For my thirtieth birthday my husband bought me a set of golf clubs and lessons. Three months later I found out I was pregnant. I felt motherhood was more than enough of a new hobby to take up at the time. So unfortunately, those clubs spent the better part of the last decade sitting in […] Read more…
I am the only estrogen in my house. I have two sons, a husband, and two male rescue dogs. I’ve always prided myself that I am a good “boy mom.” This, in the stereotypical sense, means I can handle video games, sports, and dirt. This illusion came crashing down last summer when I showed my […] Read more…
Do you know someone who is the just sweetest nicest person in the world? Someone who never has a bad word to say about anyone, possesses limitless amounts of patience, and when you ask them for a favor they truly mean it is no problem at all? Usually this person teaches third grade or is […] Read more…
I hate cockroaches. I’m not particularly squeamish about them, rather I hate them with every fiber of my being. Kind of like how Superman feels about Lex Luthor or Carrie Bradshaw feels about Payless ShoeSource. It all started when I was twenty-three-years-old I had my first big girl apartment in Washington DC. It was a […] Read more…
Four years ago one of my favorite clients asked me to attend her year-end goddess soiree. After making sure it didn’t involve nudity, animal sacrifice, or drugs I was sufficiently curious to check it out. Nervous yes. I mean what does a financial advisor wear to a goddess soirée? A toga and a pinstriped blazer? […] Read more…
I have two sons. They are as different as night and day. Which seems to be how most two child families are organized personality-wise. My youngest is sweet, loveable, easy-going, and finds joy in everything. My oldest we’ve nicknamed the “Evil Genius.” He knows exactly what he wants and if there is deviation from his […] Read more…
I am an unapologetic privileged white woman. And I’ve worked really hard to become one. I am the daughter of two hippie parents so money was never easy to come by – it just wasn’t that important. It also meant I grew up in the tough inner city so my hippie parents could revitalize the […] Read more…
I grew up watching the Cosby Show. I loved everything about that show: the wit, the humor, the loving family dynamic, the elegance of their New York City brownstone, and most especially the brilliant way the matriarch and patriarch dealt with the chaos and craziness of their five children. And while everything about that show […] Read more…
People collect all sorts of things: old cameras, beanie babies, first edition books, pottery, vintage record albums. I myself am a collector – though until several years ago I didn’t realize it. I felt a little like one of those hoarders you see on those terribly awesome reality shows, who when confronted about the mountains of debris piled […] Read more…
Boko Haram kidnaps then forcibly marries off 200 teenage girls, Reyhani Jabbari put to death just weeks ago in Iran for the self-defense killing of the man who raped her, fifteen-year-old Malala Yousafzai shot in the head while riding the bus to school because she believed girls should be educated. Crushing. These tragic stories of […] Read more…