Archive | March, 2013

Join the #CareerMomChat 4/4 @ 7pm CT

30 Mar

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It’s probably painfully obvious what the thought is behind the name of this blog… but I feel like the spinning plates metaphor really personfies what it is like to be a full-time working, career-minded mom. Even as I am typing, I’m using my foot to rock Archie to sleep in his carseat, while keeping an ear out for Teddy to make sure he doesn’t start juggling knives.

I’ve been reading Lean In, and while I really enjoy much of it, and I appreciate where Sheryl is coming from, it feels a little to distant to where I am now. It reads too much from the top down, versus a lateral discussion that relates more to where I am at right now. I haven’t reached the high-point of my career, but I’m getting there.
So with that said, I’m going to make something happen. I want to host a Twitter chat, THIS Thursday, April 4 at 7 p.m. CT with the #CareerMomChat hashtag, to talk with other career-driven moms. Would love to share ideas, commiserate, encourage, and seek and doll advice. Please join- please pass it on. I am very much looking forward to it!

Another wife, mom, member of society in favor of EQUALITY

27 Mar

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The topic of same-sex marriage is gaining more and more momentum by the hour, as it should be. The Supreme Court continues weighing the issue of gay marriage, hearing arguments on a law that denies federal benefits to married same-sex couples, I can’t help but feel a number of things. This is important. And it means a lot to me.

It means a lot to me because I am a wife. And I love being a wife. I love my husband. I love what we were able to do, more than five years ago in front of those we love, on a hill in Vermont. Even though Ian and I had been together for years leading up to our wedding, the significance of it was never lost on me. It felt so important, so wonderful, so heavy- but in the best possible way. I can’t imagine loving someone so fully and not being able to experience that.

This means a lot to me because I am a mother. I have these two wonderful boys, who I love more than I thought was ever possible to love. And it breaks my heart to think of all the other mothers and fathers in the world, who see their children madly in love with someone that they aren’t legally allowed to marry. I can only assume (hope!) that by the time Teddy and Archie are old enough to marry, our flawed society will have corrected itself on this issue, making same-sex marriage equal for all but there are so many mothers right now who have to watch their children excluded from the sanctity of marriage. It pains me.

I think of all my friends and family, who are in serious relationships, or hope to be one day, and I want to be at their weddings. They were at mine and I want to bear witness to what I was able to experience. I want to dance, toast, sing, hug and celebrate each and every one of my friends’ and family members weddings to whomever they damn well please.

And lastly, as an overall member of society, this conversation around marriage equally, is especially profound. How can we, as a country, whose foundation and architecture is based on: “We the people”… and promotes “certain unalienable rights” of “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”, have denied so many people those rights for so long? While I am happy this conversation is happy, I am also incredibly ashamed it didn’t happen, years, decades, centuries ago.

I’ll end this with a lovely thought from my friend, Peter Shankman, who shared this on his Facebook page:

It’s 2013. Are we really so less than where we should be as a society, as a race, that we care about who other people marry? WHO GIVES A SHIT? If you love someone, if the two of you are adults who together help make the world a better place for other people, YOU SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO MARRY. It frustrates me that every time I think we’re doing so well, we have to debate stupid shit like this which SHOULDN’T EVEN BE UP FOR DEBATE. Love someone? That person love you? You both adults who can make your own decisions? You should be allowed to marry. I HATE that there are still some people in our society who are so small-minded that they’re still trying to prevent this.

Music for your Monday

4 Mar

A beautiful way to start off your Monday… Yo-Yo Ma and Andrew Bird jamming through their respective virtuosic instruments… This isn’t new, but I just came across it from Reddit. Amazing to see what two people, arguably some of the best of their trade, can do together on the fly. Enjoy!

An Ode to Mary Sue

1 Mar

I recently found out my very first boss, Mary Sue, passed away. I’ve been thinking about her all week and in doing so, it’s become clearer and clearer what a role she played in my career and approach to work. The lessons I learned from Mary Sue are still ingrained within me and are things I try to teach to others I work with and supervise. She was patient, but firm, loving but had high expectations. I wish that I had spent more time thinking about her before she passed away so I could tell her that she made such an impact on my life, all these years later.

Mary Sue was one of my mom’s first friends when she moved to Chicago and the owner of Mary Sue’s Hair Design, an unassuming salon next to a laundry mat and White Hen Pantry, with a tiny parking lot in front. You walked in and the first thing you noticed was “Lola”, the paper machete life-size cabaret dancer that Mary Sue had made. There was also a haze of cigarette smoke from the clientele and employees. Those ladies loved their Capri Ultra-Light 100s, Virginia Slims, and the likes. One of the first memories I have of Mary Sue was when I was in fourth grade. I wanted to cut my hair short, and she was totally on board, giving me a funky asymmetrical due and what is still one of my favorite haircuts. In seventh grade, I thought putting Sun-In in my hair would turn is bombshell blond. It came out Dorito Orange. Mary Sue once again to the rescue.

It was long after the Sun-In debacle that I was offered a job to work on Saturdays as the shampoo girl (or ‘aqua-tician’ as it appeared on my first ever resume- true story!). I made a base of $5-an-hour and then collected tips on top of it. At the end of a good day, I’d have made $75-80…not too shabby for an eighth-grader.

All throughout eighth grade and high school I’d work each Saturday, arriving at 7:50 a.m. and work through 4:30 p.m. It kept me in early (or earlier) on Friday nights and put money in my pocket for Saturday nights. In addition to the shampoo duties, I would do all the laundry, make sure everything was refilled, answer the phones, book appointments, sweep, dust, set up in the morning and clean up before closing.

I came to know the women who would come in each weekend and I loved them as much as they seemingly loved me. Dorothy was always in right at 8 a.m. and she was one of the more generous tippers ($2). Blanche would come in later during the day, with her doting Seymour driving her and sitting patiently in the patent chair in the waiting section. There was Marilyn who had been friends with my aunt Marilyn when they attended grammar school together. There was Carol, who was pretty snarky, but had a loyal and loving heart. There was Janelle who came to see me in my senior year musical.

And of course there was Mary Sue. She has this laugh that could stop a room full of talking people in their tracks. Her hair was always in a bouffant of sorts and she had amazing style. She later did some jewelry designing and had a fun flair to her. It amaze me how she could be styling someone’s hair with a long, skinny cigarette dangling out of her mouth. It doesn’t sound it, but it was pretty glamourous. In addition to Mary Sue, there was also Laura. I loved Laura! She had this amazingly positive attitude and I don’t think I ever once saw her mad. She’d say things like: “Okey-dokey karaoke”. And Bic, who was originally from Vietnam, and did manicures and pedicures. Bic was so sweet and to this day gave the greatest manicures I’ve ever had.

All of these women helped me grow so much. As a successful career-minded woman, I feel so grateful to have known them and been exposed to them when I was so young as their lessons have helped me grow into who I am today. And now, for your own career development purposes, here are the best (and most lasting) lessons from Mary Sue:

Don’t sit

  • There’s always something that can be done  and if you don’t see what needs to be done, then ask someone if they need your help

Keep the plates spinning

  • Stay on top of the tasks you’re working on, be organized

Smile

  • Everyone loves to be around people who are friendly, fun to work with, and have a positive outlook and approach to what they do

Work hard

  • Work hard 🙂

Never be too good to take out the trash

  • No matter what level you’re at, never have the approach that something is too far beneath you

Don’t smoke a cigarette too close to a can of aerosol hair spray

  • Words to live by. Literately.

Thank you, Mary Sue. You did so much for me and I only wish I could have shared these thoughts with you sooner. You won’t ever be forgotten.