The Working Mom

I woke up at 2:30 a.m. that morning, and had not been able to get back to sleep. It wasn't from anxiety that I woke up, even though I ha...

I have been blind. I have been self-deceived.  I have been ignorant. Let me explain. Or try to . . . .  I grew u...

I wrote this before the November 2016 election. But the time, the election, the subject matter, was so fraught, I didn't publish it. Now...

I am 46 years old. And I love Talbots. (It's not the only place I shop, mind, but I love the store.) I remember, tenish years ago, when ...

I like the parenting community, Scary Mommy . Amusing anecdotes and observations therein lie. But this one story keeps popping up there ...

A little over three weeks ago, I broke the pinkie toe on my right foot. I did it in the usual way (if there is a usual way to do such thing...

I had a lot to say in my first few years of motherhood -- about feminism, about the mommy wars, about sewing, about cooking, about working m...