A month ago, before any of us had any idea what was coming our way, we were doing life like we normally do – but times eleven. We were going to volleyball tournaments every weekend for both of our girls, we were both incredibly busy at work, my husband continued to study for exams required … More Fever Pitch
My girls often reference friends of theirs that live elsewhere. “So and so is doing this…” we’ll ask who that is, and they say “oh he lives in Washington.” Or “she’s my friend from Maryland.” Their networks are large and expansive – carefully cultivated digitally. Their worlds are made up of TikTok, SnapChat, and Instagram … More Made for This
Two weeks ago, if you’d asked me how I’d feel about working from home, with a significantly lighter workload, and tons of time to write, do house projects, and hang with my family, I would have said “fantastic!” and I would have jumped at the chance. Color me surprised, now that this exact scenario has … More What day is it? Who am I?
Feel free to hum the George Michael song – I’m listening to it as I type. I love to travel. Of course I love to travel to places I love like New York, Chicago, London, and Paris. But I also love to travel for work, pretty much anywhere. When I travel alone I always feel like I’m recalibrating. From … More Freedom
Our girls go back and forth between two houses. When they were little, when I was first in the picture, my husband and I decided that in order to make this back and forth feel less jarring, we needed to create a stable, even keel, calm, and structured environment in our home. When they were little, that … More Nonnegotiables
Sometimes my husband Matt accuses me of being anti-social. Which is weird, because I’ve always been a social person. If you looked at any of my report cards you’d see that nearly all of them said “talks to much.” My grandpa called me Chatty Cathy. In my brain, I think of myself as really quite social. But just yesterday, Matt … More Connecting the Dots
My girlfriends and I often talk about how great it is to be in our 40s. Wait…I know…stop laughing. I mean obviously the lines between my brows are not better in my 40s than they were, say, in my 20s. And, obviously the fact that it’s harder to get fit, and harder to do a … More Gimme Some Sugar