Google released the results of an internal audit that concluded that male employees were underpaid in relation to their female colleagues. Don’t worry because they paid the male employees the difference so everyone was all even-steven. That sound you heard was me rolling my eyes like a middle-schooler with a bad attitude. Bravo, Google, for […] Read more…
I’ve had a level ten terrible last two weeks. God is definitely testing me. Specifically I’ve spent the last two weeks fighting. With everyone. About everything. If I believed in astrology I’d be convinced that Mercury was in retrograde. The reason I’m having such a tough time is that I’m typically fantastic at letting things […] Read more…
One of my first and most brilliantly clear memories of being a mom was after my first night feeding with my son, I placed him back in the hospital bassinet that was surrounded by Plexiglas so I could stare at him. And in those quiet first moments of mother son bonding I sobbed hysterically because […] Read more…
Look I know as a working mother you have about zero time to do anything other than what currently gets you through your day. I so feel you on this. But I’m still going to ask you to reach deep within yourself and try to fit one more kind of big deal thing into your […] Read more…
I love to write. It is my therapy, my meditation, my outlet to release all the crazy buzzing around in my head. When I write about the trials, tribulation and triumphs of being a working mom I feel like I’m doing exactly what I was put on this earth to do. But lately I’ve been […] Read more…
I was raped in high school when I was sixteen years old and I never told another soul about it—mostly—until two years ago. Even now when I write or talk about it I feel disassociated from what happened. Like that sixteen year old version of me is someone I know but not really me. The […] Read more…
My grandmother Irene was so tough that behind her back I (lovingly) called her Imean. She raised six kids with a less than engaged philandering husband (sorry not sorry grandpa) in a small three bedroom home 1,700 miles away from her own family. There isn’t one thing in that last sentence that wouldn’t require nerves […] Read more…
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…