I’ve been feeling as if I’ve been losing my mind lately. And not in the awesome late eighties Prince “let’s go crazy” kind if way but the Julianne Moore “Still Alice” scary version. I went to see my doctor about this a year or so ago. Because not only am I losing my mind but […] Read more…
Friday night at the Corning household means a lazy night kicking it with my husband and my seven and nine year old sons. It is Nirvana. It is what I look forward to all work week. So this Friday when my sons both lobbied hard for a sleep-over at neighbor’s I was, well, totally freaking bummed. Which kind […] Read more…
This is what my husband texted to me when my seven-year-old came home with his graded project. To be fair, it took a village. I spent a weekend researching online with my son the sorts of projects that he’d not only be interested in but didn’t involve too much complexity, then spent a day running […] Read more…
In seventh grade I transferred to a new school. It was a much bigger school than the tiny Catholic grade school I had attended since I was six years old. The new school, Boston Latin Academy, had grades seven through twelve and drew in kids from every part of Boston. Not only was the school […] Read more…
10. When parking your car, the pre-pubescent valet drives away smirking as he noticed both the Wall Street Journal and your son’s stuffed bunny riding shotgun. 9. You are constantly picking grass from the previous night’s soccer game out of your four-inch heels. 8. You have a Sibyl-like reaction when booking an out-of-town business trip as you experience utter […] Read more…
As working moms, our days are filled with obligations – to our children, to our husbands, to our employers or businesses. We race at breakneck speed from the office to a client and then onto soccer practice. We’re constantly focused on what’s next – you know that and not forgetting our children at school. And to […] Read more…