Dad would be proud of me, I thought, as I display my pride and possessions across the steaming hot city sidewalk. He, the son of a car salesman, and me, the daughter of one, you’d presume I might know a lot about cars. And I do. As a child, I could recognize brands and models… Read more
I look young, though I’m a grown woman. I am married, I am an entrepreneur and I am an employee. I have a story. I have many successes, and I’ve gotten shit done. And yet, I am your target for ridicule, in regards to my independent appendages- For all you know, I am a mother.… Read more
To the unexpected, unplanned c-section mama, I see you standing there. Alone, near the back of the mommy group, wondering how, or if, you fit in. When it comes your turn to introduce yourself and your babe you’re hesitant to touch on his or her birth. Because you don’t know how to start the story,… Read more
Dear Santa, I know it’s been awhile since I’ve written to you last, but I hope you might remember me and that you receive this letter. This year, as with last, I’ve been juggling the roles of mom, wife, friend and daughter, but it seems when I’m excelling in one avenue, I’m playing catch-up in… Read more
I think I’ve finally figured out why my kid insists on crafting with sparkles so much- the two of them are meant to be together. The same words of warning can be used when approaching a tube of glitter as with approaching said volatile four year old: proceed with caution. Glitter finds a way of… Read more
