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…
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…
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…
When I was pregnant with my oldest son thirteen years ago my friend gifted my future child a stuffed animal bunny rabbit. This bunny became The Bunny. The bunny that slept with my son every night. Every single night. Miraculously we never lost him nor did a dog ever confuse him for a toy chew. […] Read more…
It’s difficult for me to write this blog because last time I wrote a blog about gun control after the Las Vegas massacre—which unfortunately wasn’t that long ago—I was targeted by right wing groups. They posted information about me online: my home address, my office address, information about my two young sons. All of which […] 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…
When my husband and I were newlyweds we lived in a neighborhood filled with other young couples and starter families. One weekend afternoon I went to the local home improvement store with one of the neighbors who was also recently married to her husband. On the drive to the store we shared our stories of […] Read more…
I’m one of those working moms who is always asked how I do it all. I’m not proud of it. It’s really just a testament to my ability to smack a smile on my face regardless of how insane I’m feeling at the moment. I think most working moms (and let’s be honest this includes […] 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…
“That girl who works for you, does she cold call for you?” Asked a male co-worker of my business partner. For context I am a forty-two-year-old woman and the man asking is maybe two or three years older than me—if that. Also we’ve worked in the same office for seven years. Yes seven years not […] Read more…