By the final day, I wanted to wear a hand-made sign declaring, “PICK UP YOUR OWN SHIT” … My friend added: “YOUR MOMMA AIN’T HERE!”
To you, I was invisible. A nothing. But today, I am here to prove you wrong. To tell you that your silence spoke volumes.
Many of you were born in 1996 – the same year I graduated from high school. Chances are, I was old enough to be babysitting you and your siblings at one point in time.In 1996, the world was a clean slate for me just like 2014 and beyond will be for your and your peers.As… Continue reading An open letter to the graduating seniors
Thirteen years ago, I left college for the “working world.”After working in newspaper-industry for four years (college), I had an idea of what my life MAY be like down the road … long hours, deadlines and demanding editors.And for about a year, that was true. Granted, not to the extent I was prepared for –… Continue reading The Life of a Working-Stay-At-Home-Mom
I was chatting with a friend the other day and she said to me, “I never thought my life would be like this.” I said, “What do you mean? You mean, like driving your kids everywhere … being a mom?” Yup, that was exactly what she meant. The mom saw herself working in a New… Continue reading Life BEFORE my life