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Practicing radical optimism

Listening to my parenting power song while I write this.  “That I would be good even if I did nothing.  That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down.”  Writing the words as I’m listening reminds me of being a teenager, when I would listen to Lisa Loeb and the CD soundtrack …

Why do we become parents?

It’s my daughter’s third birthday, and I have some things to say. The first thing, is that we were meant for each other. I am Pisces. I am the place where the zodiac completes. I am endings and letting go, dissolving into something greater, more mysterious, barely hanging on to this physical life by a …

How to live more consciously

Remember those “what to pack” lists you’d get before summer camp?  Underwear x 20. Flashlight. Raincoat.  Between having a milestone birthday and all the astrological themes this month that point to letting go, I’ve been thinking about what each of us has packed and chosen to literally haul around everywhere. So much of what’s in our lives …

Write your leadership manifesto

How does anyone learn anything? By getting their hands dirty and figuring it out. So, even though I’ve been studying leadership in the workplace for a decade, dipping my toe in here and there… I learned to lead over the past year, because of my family, because I had to. At our house, I’m the …

When to talk flex: landing a job when you have a life

I get a lot of questions about landing a new job. People ask me this: when do I break the news that I have commitments outside of work? First, let’s step back and acknowledge how dysfunctional our relationship with work has become (personal mission: working on it). Why is this even a question? Well, because …

Grace through change: returning to work after maternity leave

This post is not about babies or mothering or priorities or meaningful work or difficult decisions or finances or getting a tribe or a therapist or setting expectations or negotiating flexibility or guilt or feminism or all the things I promise I’ll write some day. This post is about grace through change. Because regardless of …

A letter to baby F

One night last week you ended up in bed with us. I brought you there. Because lying down was more important to me than making sure you know your crib is where you sleep. You know that.  You know so much.  When you’re in the bed I don’t sleep as well. I’m aware always of …

What a moment to myself looks like

Baby F is sleeping and I have a moment to myself. I finish folding laundry. I think about cleaning the kitchen counters but instead I brush off the bits of dirt that came loose when I unwrapped the potted tulip that’s sitting there. All red with yellow insides, opening coquettishly. Last weekend a friend told …