My daughter was 22 months old when I left my classroom for Christmas break and never returned. Writing was merely a hobby when I left the
→One of the words I chose for the year 2013 was Focus. It may appear to an outsider that I already am focused, as I’m pretty
→A few months ago, on the spur of the moment, I bought tickets to a small concert for my husband and I to attend one cold
→I know the working mom dance. Meetings and clients and deadlines and emails mixing with drop-offs and pick-ups and packed lunches and play dates in a
→At the beginning of 2012, I made a conscious decision to get serious about writing as a career. I knew I needed to be careful about
→One of the things that makes me feel enough is knowing there are others out there feeling and experiencing the same doubt, anxiety, or insecurities as
→Me time. We hear about the importance of me time everywhere, even here. There is no doubt that me time is important, crucial even, to maintaining
→My youngest child started school a few weeks ago. He’s been in preschool for years but this time it’s the real deal and I am alone
→Smoke from blown-out candles floated on the air; the promises of my birthday echoed in my mind. I settled into my chair, my notebook in hand,
→The world of direct sales gets a bad rap. There are jokes made at its expense on television shows and women turn up their noses at