Ever since I left my practice manager position last year, the job offers have continued to flow in. Headhunters leave voicemails on my phone. I receive emails almost daily. Interview invites. And I don't share this out of pride, because most of the offers interest me not at all. I mean, even the US military... Continue Reading →
Monday Musings {A Recovering Workaholic}
While driving back from a doula client meeting this Sunday, I sat ensconced in my own thoughts, Rachel Hollis' voice reading "Girl, Wash Your Face" aloud, and a heart that kept pointing fingers at back at myself. You see, Rachel discussed her own fears and failings and she bandied about the term "workaholic". She's "recovering"... Continue Reading →
Becoming the Fire
Some women fear the fire. Some women simply become it. ~R.H. Sin Ever since a dear friend gifted me a beautiful print with this quote, the words have churned round and round, finding a home in the nooks and crannies of my heart. Some women become the fire... I've never felt so independent as I... Continue Reading →
Six weeks into a new job and 26 weeks into pregnancy
I can't say since I wrote last about our family's big changes have we fallen into an easy rhythm or magically figured out how to make two weekend days provide enough time to both accomplish all our errands and relax as a family. Some weekends I have conquered the to-do lists and others (such as... Continue Reading →
Depressed, Distressed and Deliriously Happy {16 week Update & Reflection on Motherhood}
I'm sipping my third cup of coffee. Trying not to guzzle. To be perfectly honest, this mug is decaf in an attempt to trick my tired brain. The second cup was only half-caf...And, I feel rather "healthy" about this compromise. Oh, dear. In honor both of Abby's 16-week-milestone and of my meltdown last night, this... Continue Reading →
On the Topic of Working Moms {Part II}…
As promised, Part II of this "Working Moms" series is a guest post by a freelance writer for Healthline. In Part I of this series (click here to catch up if you missed the first installment), I analyzed how the toll that just two weeks back at work wreaked on me emotionally and physically. And,... Continue Reading →
On the Topic of Working Moms {Part I}…
I went back to work when Abby was 5 weeks old. It was brutal. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. And, I only needed to work for two weeks to polish off the 2013-2014 school year. As a teacher, I knew summer was just around the corner and that I would have 8-10 blissful weeks with my baby... Continue Reading →