Feminism
I am a superstar in my own mind, and this was recently confirmed when I learned I inspired a sneaker Just like Michael Jordan, LeBron James, and Kobe Bryant, y’all. Big time! But Michelle, you’re not even a pro athlete, say the naysayers. Skk skkk skkk. I can explain....
You see, my daughter is coming into her own as a woman. If I was an anthropologist, it would be adorable to observe. But her imminent postpubescence is threatening my very survival. It started slowly with her helping herself to my Q-tips, draining the nail polish...
Yesterday I was sitting in the dentist chair, mouth splayed open like a crime scene, with that spit-slurping wand sucking up all my dignity as the overzealous hygienist told me I needed to floss better. And as she showed me exactly how to jam that unholy wax string up...
Psst. Can you keep a secret? Mad Men was my favorite TV show. Like ever. Shocker, I know, since I am an advertising copywriter. And my debut novel Copygirl chronicles the (ahem) fictional exploits of a female copywriter trying to beat the boys' club at their own inane...
There is this dream I have where I walk into my house after a day out at meetings (or shopping or the spa, if my subconscious is really feeling ambitious) and I'm greeted with the smells of a home cooked dinner waiting for me on the table. It’s a balanced meal with...
My creative partner and I both launched our advertising careers at a notorious boys club, both hired by a hotshot CD who has since, only quite recently, been outed in the media for his toxic culture and penchant for broism. Since ditching that scene to go freelance,...
My son’s friend has two moms. They share the house chores and also share a business, so over the years have taken turns being the working mom or the one who stays at home. To me, their setup sounded better than being married to a doctor who does Botox. And it made me...
I have this quote hanging in my bedroom, beneath a ledge I call my dream shelf: “Don’t wait around for other people to be happy for you. Any happiness you get, you’ve got to make yourself.” I can’t remember where I first saw it. Could have been a fortune cookie. Or a...
A couple of days into my end-of-summer vacation, I was succeeding at my goal of cutting off all communication with the outside world. It definitely helped that the internet was dodgy where I preferred to drink my morning coffee, on the balcony overlooking the beach....
The Women’s World Cup has begun (USA! USA!) and my husband was asking me about some of the players since I am still quite the soccer player myself so you’d think I would know that. But I came up blanker than a child who’s been asked how his day was, mainly because...
