Editor’s note: I wrote this last week, and well, quite frankly, I debated publishing it.

It’s a bit harsh and real. But you know…that’s me.


Tomorrow is the last day of school.

Another novella in the series of my sons’ lives coming to a close.

Ninth and seventh grade are over. Fini. Complete.

Of course, I will see ninth grade one more time with my youngest, revisiting geometry and biology for the third time in my life. My sons will not see these subjects again until they’re fathers of their very own brood.

By then, kids may be taking geometry in the fifth grade…with the need to push kids ahead (unless you’re concerned your kid will not be big enough for sports and you hold him/her back repeatedly).

It’s such a sad state of affairs these days. The pushing and pulling of kids to satiate our own need to believe our kids to be the best.

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Like most women (and men), I wear numerous hats throughout every single day.

Yes, the expression is trite and overused, yet so, so true.


I’m a mom, wife/partner, daughter, sort-of-sister all before the crack of dawn. I’m a writer, an author, a consultant, licensed inventor, and a one-woman cheering squad between 9 and 5 (or 6 a.m. and midnight).


After hours, I moonlight as a basketball AND orchestra mom.

hold that thought!

Insert Lightbulb Moment.


The striking notion is this: no matter what role I’m assuming, the bullshit is the same. The romance category, in which I am deeply entrenched, continues to become more crowded. Subsequently, it has turned into a less friendly virtual place to work. Last week, I spent the better part of my week consoling fellow author friends on various scenarios.


It’s not surprising that I’ve seen this same domino effect ripple through blogging, inventing, virtual consulting, and freelancing. It doesn’t matter the industry, we all want to be the top dog, right away—instantly. It doesn’t matter who we step on or trample, we want and FEEL we have a right to GET IT! NOW.


Not me actually. I’ve never run my businesses this way.

I’m not saying it to brag or show-off. I’m being matter-of-fact.


Take for example, what I’ve taught my sons when it comes to their passions. After all, what’s the point of extracurriculars? Yeah, we want to broaden their minds, but more importantly, teach them life lessons.


Basically, I could run my business on what I’ve taught my kids. [click to continue…]

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I feel like I start out every post here with “I’m sorry I’ve been missing…” 

I am. Truly. This blog was the place where it all started for me. Finding a new career, sharing the process, and being accountable. Now, six years later,


I am too accountable.


You know the feeling—you’re on vacation, and you can’t let it go.

My good friend texted me…she was stuck in her room making one call after another while her kids were swimming with her husband. Another business friend was panicking over a trip in June and her schedule. I’m sitting in a hotel bed in a dark room checking ads, sales, numbers and writing this post. It’s happened before—working in a dark hotel room.

Work Life Balance

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I’ve lost track how many holidays have passed since I began this blog.


At times, I’m still shocked how many women continue to read the posts here…and the pitches that still arrive in my inbox.


Some say––I should be flattered, but I cannot seem to allow myself that single moment of pride.


With each success, comes a new mountain I want to climb. [click to continue…]

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BUSY Woman in Business

Lately, I apologize every time I pop over here…so I’m not going to say I’m sorry today.

PLUS, women should not ever say sorry when conducting business.

It’s bad for our image and perpetuates weakness. That is a discussion for another time and place, but it is a proven fact.

This week, I shipped my sixth fiction book off to the editor, fought a nasty head cold, survived a day-off school for my kids and cooked dinner twice. Believe me, I’m not bragging. It was a pretty epic week for me…in fact, when I went to sleep, I couldn’t believe I’d done all that I had.

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Yesterday was a fascinating day (for me). On the heels of a stressful string of events, I received a little surprise in my inbox. I was invited to travel to a number of exclusive travel destinations with my family on a freelance writing assignment. My job would be to blog about the chosen destinations and the merits (or lack thereof) for families with children. Up until eighteen months ago, I was going on a lot of trips like this, but over the course of the last year, I’ve had to turn many of them down. So, when the offer came through yesterday, I was touched. Blinking back a tear or two, I read the email a few times through.


I don’t tell you this story to brag. I tell it to make a point, and that point being there is no substitute for hard work and a competitive nature. I have been blogging and writing online since 2010. I started up shop with a free website on wordpress [dot] com, often getting up early and working late to write and maintain my website. I wrote several times a week on women––moms mostly––and balance, creating new opportunities, and recreating notions of what moms can and can’t do (nothing). I not only researched my topics, but how to grow my writing business since I loved the topic I was writing about, and I grew my brand.
NONE of this was handed to me or given to me. Each tiny step or milestone was marked with grueling work on my part. I traveled to trade conferences and networked always putting the relationship first. I never asked what can you do for me? Rather I built a genuine foundation between other bloggers and myself while continuing to blog, consult, invent and license a product (I did this concurrently). What did I give up? Sleep, a few school performances, and lunches with friends. Not always, but sometimes.


I looked up to women who were doing more and steamrolling ahead of me. I admired them. I wasn’t covetous, and I didn’t want their secret sauce. I knew I needed to create my own spicy mayo with siracha, and I needed to find that deep within my soul. These were amazing women, and I didn’t begrudge them success. To this this day, Liz Gumbinner & Kristen Chase, Erica Diamond, Kathy Buckworth, and Isabel Kallman are women I look up to, and consider to be role models. [click to continue…]


*Waves “Hi” and ducks head in shame.

It has been so long since I have last written over here––I’m actually so embarrassed. But I’ve been super busy. Shhh, I know, I know. I hate the busy trap.

Okay, so maybe not so busy, but simply preoccupied with typing and typing. Books, edits and promo columns for my upcoming new release. But I felt compelled to pop in over here today.

I think it must have been a culmination of various things.

Reset your goals by Rachel Blaufeld

First, the weather has been God-awful. We continue to get slammed with two-hour and one-hour delays since going back to school from winter break. I used to think what an effing pain weather delays and cancellations were––to the point that I complained endlessly and ruthlessly about them. That’s when I thought I was super busy.

I actually wasn’t. Because now I am spoke for every second of every day, and I am managing delays and cancellations.


Public Service Message: Delays and cancellations are much better as your kids get older. They make their own breakfasts and entertain themselves. And if all else fails, you can put them to work.


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