This Week Stunk!

Gosh – the last few weeks have just been so challenging!  By the end of each, I have been mentally exhausted.  So – on Saturday, I did the most indulgent thing I could do for myself…and it didn’t cost a dime.  For my five-year anniversary with my employer, I was able to choose a gift from a catalog....more

10.11.13 - #5 - Candy for Cuties

One of the most exciting things that happened to me this week was when someone got me confused on Twitter with someone who took a picture of an English electronic music duo called Aluna George.  ...more

I'm Trojan

 Last weekend was Homecoming weekend.   On Saturday morning, my daughter’s BFF, her mom, my daughter and I went to get pedicures.  I love getting pedicures.  I dread getting pedicures.  I always feel so bad for the person who draws the short straw and gets to work on me.  Poor Jimmy drew the short straw. ...more


I had a near-death experience this week....more

09.13.13 #1 - Rebirth of My Blog

I am excited.  Very excited.  For the last 9 months, I have been blogging on regarding issues related to working women.  I’m passionate about that topic.  Sometimes too passionate.  But, you know what?  It started to feel like work.   I have spent years trying to make the workplace better for working parents, advocating for alternative work arrangements and providing guidance, when asked, about taking the next step in one’s career.  However, when one’s hobby begins to feel like a chore – it’s ...more

Reflections from a Rug

Take a minute.  Take a minute to hug your kids an extra second today.  I think that 9/11 is the Kennedy moment of my generation.  I will always remember what an absolutely beautiful morning it was.  A little crisp, clear, sunny and bright blue sky.   Perfect.   I remember looking up at the sky that morning and being so thankful for such a beautiful day.  I was truly in that moment.  Then, all hell broke loose....more

Mommas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be A**Holes

A post about social media literacy has been marinating in my head for a while, and every time I thought about what I want to say, the melody of “Mommas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys” rang through my head.  However, the lyrics were different.  Instead, I continued to think “Mammas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be A**holes”!...more