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…