The Color Pink

Many months ago now, I made a deal with the devil. The terms: if Tessa agreed to go cold turkey on the pull-ups (no nap, no night-time, no accidents ever again), I would paint her bedroom the “color of castles”…the color pink. Done.Anything to move beyond $40-a-case princess pull-ups.And you can guess what happened next. She called my bluff. Within days, the child dropped those diapers like a glass of milk and made a daily routine of relentlessly badgering me about when I would take her to the paint store....more

The Trouble with Banning Bossy

I’ve been watching the Lean In movement closely since it began and, more often than not, its goals resonate with me. I’ve even tried some of the more practical tactics in my life and career—albeit with mixed success. I love the idea of articulating what I would do if I wasn’t afraid; of changing the stock images of working women; of appreciating that I have a spouse who is willing to lean into our family.But banning the word “bossy” is so lame. Here’s why....more

Elections and C-sections

The last presidential election was indeed a time of firsts. Released with my newborn son from the hospital on election day, I barely recognized the world around me when I stepped out of that maternity ward after the most grueling week of my life....more

When Breast Isn’t Best

By now you have seen the—gasp—cover of Time magazine and read all the blog posts and watched all the talk shows. And so have I. But, I confess, it has taken me awhile to figure out what I really wanted to write (in 500 words or less) about all of this attachment/extreme parenting crap. As I sit here, I realize that I have experienced a wide range of emotions on the subject over the past couple of weeks—musings that are best dissected into three concise Acts....more
Thank you for writing this. I think that breastfeeding is a wonderful thing, but there is way ...more

Myth #10: Breastfeeding doesn’t hurt.

Imagine clamping a mini binder clip on your nipples every two to four hours for a period of at least six weeks. Every once in awhile—just for fun—fail to clamp the entire nipple and merely pinch the end here and there.Are you wincing yet? Good.If you haven’t ever had the pleasure of breastfeeding, I’m hoping the mini binder clip analogy will do the trick. If you have (and it was so long ago that you can hardly remember thanks to God’s gift of mommy amnesia), I’m hoping this description will take you back for a split second....more

Not So Lazy Days

The Snoozing Mama. That’s what my husband and bachelor brother have taken to calling me lately because I haven’t posted in awhile. But I needed a break. I needed to unplug and spend some quality summer time with my kids that would put me at the playground and the beach instead of the office and the computer screen.That was the theory anyway. The reality, of course, is somewhat different....more

Spot the Working Mom

A colleague and fellow working mom recently described how she spends her commute time on the train playing a little game she invented called, “Spot the Working Mom.” It goes something like this... Pretty, young non-mom on subway: cute linen pencil skirt, airy summer plaid sleeveless top, matching handbag, fresh salon highlights, and trendy sunglasses. My friend and mom-of-two: Pilled, 5-year-old skirt paired with bug-bitten legs, shower-wet hair, bargain store handbag filled with extra (noisy) plastic shopping bags, and sunglasses with the coating peeling off....more

Killer Commute

I live 18.84 miles from where I work. The other day, it took me 2 hours to get home—approximately 6.4 minutes per mile. Some people (not me) could run faster than that. The cause? Armageddon-like weather—tornadoes, thunder, lightning, hail even....more

I understand how terrible it is...I keep wondering where did city planning fail? And why we ...more

First Words

A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day. ~Emily Dickinson  “I want cheese.” I am standing in the kitchen on a recent morning, Tessa clinging to my hip, when she utters this command—her very first sentence! “What? You want cheese?” I repeat, not convinced that I have heard her correctly....more

Tom the Tank

Yesterday, I “arrived” as they say. Or maybe, more accurately, Thomas the Tank Engine arrived…in my Gmail inbox.You see, the “official” Thomas & Friends—a.k.a. @TrueBlueEngine—is now following me on Twitter. Let me say that again: Thomas the Tank Engine is following the infrequent tweets of little old me!Not impressed yet? Perhaps you haven’t been properly acquainted with Thomas then. Humor me while I fill you in....more