I just spent five days in Napa drinking copious amounts of wine with seven women I’ve known for twenty-eight years. No one ended up in jail. We didn’t get kicked out of anywhere. None of us hooked up with random men. Bunch of old boring bitches you might be thinking. To that I say: we […] Read more…
I had to fill out one of those doctor’s questionnaires this week where they ask you all those ridiculous questions, like “how often are you stressed.” My answer: always. I’m a working mom, I wake up stressed, I eat stress for breakfast, lunch and dinner then I drive it to football practice, feed it, check […] Read more…
As working mothers we do approximately one-thousand-fifty-two things right each and every day. From the mundane tasks such as making sure everyone in the house who has teeth has actually brushed them before walking out the door in the morning (ourselves included) to the complicated and complex like closing the deal we’ve worked on for […] Read more…
Most children don’t escape childhood without at least one run in with a bully. Usually it is a kid in the neighborhood or at school who inflicts emotional and sometimes physical distress on your child because they are insecure, are having a tough time at home, or are just wired that way. And as parents […] Read more…
I wish it were just a matter passing a law, implementing the right training program, or opening a Justice Department investigation. But the sad fact is that our country’s racial problem is not something we can slap a band aid on and call it fixed. Segregation ended decades ago but the self-segregation all races engage […] 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…
When I was a sophomore in high school I had one of those epic high school parties. It started with a few friends but then quickly grew to the size of a Lollapalooza show circa 1990. It was a hazy night of funneling beers and downing copious amounts of Bacardi Breezers that culminated with the […] Read more…
It was a tough week in the Corning household. My work week was absolutely brutal, I spent the better part of Saturday cleaning up dog vomit, summer finally came roaring in with 119 degree temperatures in Phoenix, my nine-year-old son lost the state flag football championship by one point after going undefeated all season – […] Read more…
I used to be so much fun. Like legit life of the party fun. I was a little crazy. Mischief was my middle name. You didn’t have to dare me to do anything because I was always up for an adventure. Then I became a mom. Sigh. You know it wasn’t just the kids. To […] Read more…
I’m not in any danger of anyone calling me a prude. I laugh at inappropriate jokes, I am wildly sarcastic, and I have such thick skin it takes me a really long time to realize someone actually doesn’t like me (hard to believe but yes, I am not everyone’s cup of tea). I bartended my […] Read more…