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…
Last week I had to make a very important pitch to a prospect. For the last eight years any major pitch has been made by me and my business partner. But this pitch I’d be flying solo. My business partner’s dad was just diagnosed with cancer so he is all hands on deck helping his […] 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…
Today I embraced being danger mom. It’s like being fun mom, just more badass. It started innocently with me trying to be good mom. After months of neglecting my children because I’m studying for a designation in my field which means I’ve had zero time to be actively engaged mom the guilt made me determined […] Read more…
I’m going to just own the fact that I wish I were that mother who used cloth diapers, fed my kid only organic homemade meals, and limited their television consumption to one hour per week. Alas I’m not even laughably close to being that mom. I’m the mom who struggles to remember to pick her […] Read more…
I need to confess that I am that mom who hasn’t left her children with sitters for longer than one night in order to have a romantic overnight alone with her husband. I also need to confess that I preach regularly about putting your relationship with your spouse in a priority position because someday, God […] Read more…
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 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…
Fine. I’m fine. I’m just fine. I’m so, so good, good, can’t complain, same old same old, as working moms most of us casually throw out these phrases more often than any other in our vocabulary. We are living this crazy existence trying to be the best wife, mother, professional, and friend possible while there […] Read more…
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…