A little over three years ago I started talking to this guy. I had written a post on my Facebook page about a trip to the fair, and somehow it was decided between him and I that he would send it to his friend who wrote for a blog called CT Working Moms. He sent
I joined the CT Working Moms writing team a few years ago. Even though I was later to the party than most of the other writers, the impact writing for this amazing blog had on me has been tremendous. Joining a community of working moms trying to do their best each and every day has
I wrote my first post for CT Working Moms in September 2011. I never thought we’d have such a following, nor did I know how many amazing women/moms I’d meet in this journey that would become soul sisters. Now, it’s time to bring this chapter to a close, as Michelle so gracefully announced. It’s been
When my kids were newborns and toddlers and I would complain to my mom about the crankiness and tantrums that always seemed to occur in the late afternoon, she would say, “yep, that’s called the Witching Hour.” I didn’t care what it was called, it was awful. The so-called Witching Hour has continued into Elementary
After months of discussion about how we can keep this site going into the future, the management team has finally come to the realization that CT Working Moms has run its course. Between our kids getting older and it being harder to write about them for privacy reasons, to changing and evolving commitments and interests,
There is just something about November that seems to invite reflection. In my family, there is a calmness, following a sports-fueled Fall. The days are brisker and darker and I find myself wanting to breathe out and enjoy the quiet. Life, briefly, slows down. Three years ago, I shared a number of things I was
I’ve yoyoed between gaining and losing five to ten pounds several times in the past five years. While that might not seem like a lot of weight, at 5’1’’ five to ten pounds makes a difference. I’ve told myself it’s not a big deal. It’s all part of the aging process and having kids, right?
My youngest daughter recently informed me she didn’t feel like it was really fall. Despite the front lawn covered in red and yellow leaves and the chill in the air, it really did not really did not feel like fall. She then asked why we didn’t go pumpkin picking or on a hayride like we
There was anguish in her cries. And frustration. And sheer exhaustion. And yet the next day, there she was again, with breakfast on the table, school lunches packed, and our clothes laid out for school.
I’ve been critical of “baby-friendly” hospitals for years, writing about them first in a piece titled, Bye-Bye Hospital Nurseries? back in 2013, with a follow up piece in 2014, and then in 2015. It’s now 2019 and this issue is not going away. As I scrolled my Facebook feed last night I saw a friend