Last weekend at Camp Mighty, artist Lisa Congdon shared some of her guiding personal and professional principles. Among them was the concept of showing up — being there, as much as you can, for the peeps in your life. (I’m not sure whether this was planned or not, but in Maggie’s intro of Lisa, Maggie noted . . . → Read More: Showing Up

I see a lot of questionable social media practices floating around out there and normally I don’t bother chiming in, but when I saw the hoopla around some tweets by @emmaspizza I felt really, really sad.

I grew up in a large family (7 kids, 2 parents + newly immigrated relatives typically bunking with us). My parents . . . → Read More: Two Pieces of Free Advice When Dealing with Dumbasses

When I was little, there wasn’t a lot of spontaneous playful time with my mom. I don’t recall ever being bitter about it — it was simply my reality, being the sixth of seven kids of parents who worked very long hours.

However, one fourth of July many, many years ago, I asked my mom if we . . . → Read More: That Meant A Lot To Me

On Thursday, an article about primping before birth came out in The Boston Globe and I was quoted as being in favor of it, which — obviously — I am, given that I put it on the record. As I expected, the reaction to the article was mixed; people either thought the article was entertaining and . . . → Read More: Self-Care, Feminism, and Good Mothering Can, In Fact, Co-Exist

It’s not often that Jon and I look at the calendar and find ourselves free of work events, children’s birthday parties, or personal appointments. But this was one of those weekends. And it. was. amazing.

On Saturday, save a short run for me, we lounged around in the morning, ate a late breakfast, and Laurel and I . . . → Read More: Free Weekend

Yesterday afternoon, a reporter from the Boston Herald called my home number.

A number I never give out professionally. Because, you know, it’s my home number.

A number I have listed under my husband’s name so I’m not easy to find. Because even though I know that my stalker ex-boyfriend from the early 1990’s knows my husband’s . . . → Read More: In Which the Boston Herald Acted No Better Than My Stalker Ex-Boyfriend

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always felt strongly that it’s important to make your voice heard; I have written countless letters of the non-personal variety, whether they have served to point out bad customer service, commend awesome customer service, or advocate for school music programs or other causes and issues.

It appears that Laurel . . . → Read More: Letter For The Ducks