In this crazy, hectic, chore-filled world that revolves around constant obligations and attempts to make our children’s lives better, we often forget that the best way to make them genuinely happy is to simply spend time with them. They’re always away at school and you’re always at work or stuck cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry, so when you do get together, the time you have is precious. How do you make the best of it? How do you make sure you bond and grow closer than ever before? Continue reading
If God didn’t have anything better to do (and we’ll assume there, in fact, is a God, and we’ll freely suppose she is a woman) and came down to Earth to see what’s happening and what we’ve done with all we’ve been given, she’d be utterly confused with the state of things and the relationships we’ve built and destroyed.
It feels like the last ten years or so have brought about a communication demise so powerful that none of us can find our way out of it, despite being the ones to blame for creating it in the first place. Continue reading
By Kate Kole
I’m wearing sweatpants as I write. Which is unsurprising, because I spend as much time as possible in my sweats. It’s been a lifelong love affair between me and that glorious cotton/poly blend and I have the childhood photos to prove just how often I’ve chosen to favor comfort over fashion.
So, it pretty much goes without saying that I can totally get on board with hitting the gym in sweats. Especially on an 8-degree morning, like the one detailed in The New York Times OpEd piece, ‘Why Yoga Pants Are Bad For Women’.
What I can’t get on board with is this: shaming women who choose to wear anything else, like the “skintight, saran-wrap-thin yoga pants” the author references. Continue reading
Here I am in front of my keyboard – trying to cope with a myriad of emotions by writing another reactionary piece.
You know what? I’m tired of reacting.
My husband and I have been married for almost ten years. That’s difficult for me to fathom, at times, considering I was a shy, anxious teenager who accumulated very little dating experience before meeting my future spouse senior year of college.
Despite being married for as long as we have, my husband and I are not overly zealous about Valentine’s Day.
Perhaps my apathy for Cupid and price-gouged roses is due to my lack of serious relationships over the years, or maybe I just don’t think we need a heavily commercialized holiday in order express our love to one another. Continue reading
By Kate Kole
I love Melissa McCarthy and I really love Ellen DeGeneres, so I was a little bummed when I forgot to record their interview a few days ago. I asked my parents if they’d seen it and immediately knew they hadn’t when my dad responded something along the lines of, “Oh yeah. It was so funny.”
“Okay, so you didn’t see it either.” I said.
“Why do you say that?” He asked.
“Because, you’d say it was just okay,” my mom and I replied in unison. Continue reading
Anybody who tells you motherhood is easy is a liar.
Motherhood is freaking hard. It’s difficult for any woman, but it’s especially challenging and gut-wrenching for the self-critics among us who hold ourselves to impossibly high standards.
I’ll say it again in case you still don’t get it: motherhood is hard. Continue reading
The day I started my first adult job was one of the most stressful days of my life. To say I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. I felt lost, hopeless, like I was drowning in a sea of ineptitude. I was straight out of college where I had graduated top of my class, and I realized for the first time in a long time that I had no idea what I was doing. Like seriously, no idea.
I didn’t know how to use the phone (do you dial 9 and then 1? Or 1 and then 9?), the copy machine, or how to log into my email. I didn’t understand how to log my hours into the timekeeping system, how to set up my email signature, or how to reserve a meeting room. The list of things I didn’t know how to do was long and seemingly endless, and I felt crushed under the weight of it. How was I supposed to do this? Why did I think this was a good idea? I don’t have any idea what I’m doing. Continue reading