Once upon a time, my life belonged to me.

Parental leave for new parents is wonderful.  For veteran parents, it's essential.

Motherhood is about becoming ready without being ready; it’s a state of constant adjustment. Some earth mothers might call this flow – for me it feels more like fits and starts.

Standing in the doorway to my garage on Christmas Eve was like staring into the aisles of Toys R Us.

Well I have had enough of the bullshit – enough of feeling I don’t come up to scratch – because I do.

While other eager new associates were hustling to impress the partners, I was trying to figure out how to tell them I was pregnant with my second child and that after my maternity leave I wanted to work part-time.

 It gets easier. You worked hard to get where you are professionally. You will have to work hard to get to where you want to be as a mom.

Beyond the stress and difficulty of answering the question, “Who will take care of my baby when I go back to work?”, the real question for me was, “Why can’t I care for my baby?”

When another mom lets her guard down around me; when she lets me see her messy house, it is one of the sincerest forms of flattery.

You busy? I’m busy! We’re all SO busy. We, the relay team, save our real conversations for friends and family.