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Kinda a Feminist

A little background on my personal, party platform.  I’m not the type of raging feminist who slams a door in a man’s face when he kindly holds it for me.  I’m not going to spit in a man’s face for … Continue reading

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Mondays with the Working Mom: Aunt Dot Speaks

It’s funny how when you least expect it, you hear a voice from the past that sets your mind straight and puts it all in perspective.  On Monday mornings, I let my mind wander wherever it pleases during my dreaded … Continue reading

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Nothing Wrong with Getting Yourself a Nice College Degree

On Mondays, I write about whatever pops into my head during the dreaded first commute of the week.  Today, the entirety of my morning commute was wrapped in a goofy, ear to ear grin.  Smiling away like a Cheshire cat. … Continue reading

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The Zen of the Morning Commute

Another fine Monday here in Pittsburgh, PA.  You know what that means:  let the work week commence; let the hellacious commute on Route 28 begin; let the curse words and/or gestures fly…or not? This morning, I took the high road.  I … Continue reading

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Mondays with the Working Mom: The Butterfly Effect

I want to be more disciplined and productive writer, so I’m working on giving myself a daily structure to force this to happen.  I need to keep myself on a real short leash lest I risk hanging myself with my … Continue reading

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Taking Back Tuesday #1

I regularly walk to work in the morning to clear my head and get myself right for the workday ahead; I get my game face on.  This morning I found myself thinking about what a blasé day Tuesday has always … Continue reading

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I Want My Son to Like Me

I want Jeffrey to like me.  I mean that.  I don’t want to be “besties” per say.  Nothing strikes the fear of God in me more than hearing the mother of a high school or college-aged student say, “We’re really … Continue reading

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