The Things I Had Forgotten (And Will Forget Again)

Some, we will learn to remember. Some, we will never forget.

A Letter To The PTA Moms From The Working Mom

I doled out whatever I could to help the self proclaimed selfless institution that is the PTA out in the only way I was able. And it simply wasn’t good enough for you.

Reacting to Inaction: You Can Build It, But They Might Not Come

In today’s environment, no one feels compelled to “show up” anymore. We don’t need to respond to emails or texts in real time (or at all). The phone really isn’t ringing, so there’s no need to answer a call to action.

Go With The Flow: The Real Reason I’m Blogging

How much of your time do you spend feeling anxious? How much of your time do you spend feeling bored? How much energy do you put into seeking out a true state of happiness? For all three questions, my answer is a whopping lot! I’ve started and stopped this baby of a blog several times …

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The Feminist Continuum: Separating The Women From the Girls

Are the sensitivity levels too high here? If we are asked to walk on eggshells, isn’t it inevitable that they will be broken? 
Women are in fact advancing, there is progress on the horizon. But at what cost?

The Invitation I Couldn’t Refuse… What Happened Next?

We have room for you in the front row she says. I have comfortably moved into my seat in the back left corner of the gigantic ballroom, now lined with rows and rows of black draped tables and outdated upholstered chairs. I have unpacked my essentials- computer, blackberry, personal phone, bottle of Smart Water- when …

All I want for Vday is… Me? A Love Letter To Myself

In recognition of this holy but not entirely secular day of romance, I am going to draft a new love letter. To myself.

Hard To Say I’m Sorry and Other Songs of Apologies

They say women apologize too much. Not this one! I was six months pregnant when I was the matron of honor at my sister's wedding. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe people assumed I was kidding. But I took my role of toast mistress seriously. I put it all out there. There were no giggles …

Dessert Before Dinner and Other Habits To Break

Rules were made to be broken, and so were New Year's Resolutions right? This is why I didn't make any this year. No "do more of this", or "try harder at that".  No more results oriented goals. This is why I didn't pen the typical New Year's blog post at all either. This year, I'm …

Adult Onset Adolescence: How Your 30s is Like Being A Teen Again

How often do you wish you could go back to high school? Revisit those teen years where everything was new and exciting? Was it really as good as you remember it? Or are you glossing over the uncomfortable parts? It's convenient to forget the nights sitting on the sectional next to the pimply, braced-faced cousin …