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Fleeting Moments

Tonight I found Whitney in the playroom, on her knees, quietly arranging the doll house.   Her back was to me, and I wistfully studied her long ponytail and her trendy Abercrombie tee as she continued, intently focused.  Her long legs were curled up underneath her, and she happily played by herself like she has…

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Dreaming of a NEW office FOR ME…

January always sparks that desire to reorganize and start anew.  From weight loss products assuring big returns to ads for The Container Store, promises of a new year and a new you are abundant. Whether you are a stay-at-home mom, a work-from-home mom, or a working mom, you probably crave a little space just for…

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Corner of Nasty & Mean

Last week, Tom (age 7), came home near tears and wearing his heartbreak on his sleeve.  After some gentle prodding, he stared down at the floor of my car, and in a fragile voice said, "Mummy someone said something very mean to me at school today in front of some other people."    My mental…

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Happy 2013!

It's a dreary Saturday, but there is no time like almost halfway through January to wish you all a Happy New Year from my blog to you.  I truly hope to write more and share more with you here in 2013.  I love this quote because it reminds me of something I would have done…

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A Different Person Ago

In November 2002, I left my job at Harvard Business School to become a full-time mother.  I left a bustling Annual Fund office, travels to New York and San Francisco, and elegant cocktail parties where I courted high-level donors.   My colleagues threw me a fabulous shower, and I was on my way into the…

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The Audacity of The Skinny Jean

DISCLAIMER:  These are not my skinny jeans.  Mine are currently shelaccked to my ass and I'm hoping to get them off by Christmas. The subject of the ever-popular "skinny jean" seems fitting for the day after Thanksgiving.  I don't think of myself as fashion-forward by any stretch of the imagination.  My husband commented once that…

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