Is this Blog for me?

If you are not sure if this blog will have content that appeals to you, then just follow this link to my Spotify playlist (I just figured out how to make a playlist this week). If this music makes you want to dance and if you think you know most of the words (don't worry you don't really need to know them) and if dancing and singing these in public has ever or would embarrass your children in public, then you should definitely be subscribed to this blog. If you simply aspire to having children to embarrass one day, you are welcome, too. And Red Sox fans.

If you don't have Spotify, then you aren't as cool as me but if you have a child they can show you (like I have Sarah Hunt) .... or there is a really easy prompt to sign up for free using your Facebook or email. (Mom -- just call Sarah or Elizabeth)

https://open.spotify.com/user/sarah.hunt19/playlist/4a3ca1PgI5tQtwPs08Rp6K?si=-DbI3uWxQ_CYUwmUCBYuBw

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Should I write a book or can I just snark blog instead?

For quite a while I have had folks encourage me to write a book. I have no idea if those folks would actually buy a book I wrote but I think I know why they suggest it and I think I know why I haven't done it, although I have always been a little deficient in the self-reflection arena. I secured this website on a lark during some back and forth with college friends on Facebook and have threatened to do a webcast by this name as often as I have been encouraged to write a book. Somewhere along the way and as I've begun to give more speeches again, I started to get more serious about sharing my thoughts in a more public forum and the reality of my (still) really busy life plus my proclivity for posting on social media and preference for sharing pictures of my family has led me to this venue, a blog, as a start. Let's see how this goes! Why I think women want me to write a book. First, if you are or become one of the women who has ever or does ever encourage me to write a b...

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How did you do it???? ....

As a high profile working mom I can't count the number of times I've been asked the "How do you do it" question referring to efforts to succeed as an involved working mother and at my career. The reason this bugs me so much is that I chafe at questions that women get asked that men never get asked. I also think it leaves the impression for younger women that there is something slightly wrong or off about women like me who choose demanding (and fulfilling, rewarding, etc...) careers and family. Also, let's just admit it doesn't take much to irritate women of a certain age, okay? (I can use gendered stereotypes in jest -- that is one of the rules for this blog. I just made it up.) I've written about this before and I've been working through some thoughts related to work and family that I'll write more about later, but recently I've been asked the question in a new context. I started a new job last January and I had to fill out an I9 form so...

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