Workitmom

Confession: I've jumped on the Twitter bandwagon. And I really like it. Maybe as much as I like Facebook.

I started doing it as a way to promote some of my freelance writing, but pretty soon I was using it as a way to keep up with a few of my friends on the fly. In spite of my crazy-hectic life, I feel like I don't have all that much to say when a friend emails to ask "So, what have you been up to?" But with Twitter, I can fire off a status update into the ether, and read ones from my friends. It's like staying in touch without actually, you know, touching. Read More »

I am a control freak. If any of my friends or family members are reading this, they are probably laughing because that may be an understatement. Basically, I feel more secure when I know what's going on, and I'm more likely to know what's going on if I'm the one holding all (or most) of the cards.

Not realistic. Or healthy. And it only gets worse around the holidays or when we're visiting family, which is where I am right now.

I read a great article a while back about getting along with that super-controlling coworker, I quickly realized I could easily apply it to myself. From there, it didn't take too much brain power to understand that ditching my inner control freak could make my life a little easier all around.

Here are five ways to shut off your inner control freak. Read More »

I feel like I should make the effort to festoon the house with snowflakes and lights. Most of the houses in my sleepy little New England town slipped into full fall regalia the instant the leaves started changing; now they've moved on to inflatable Santas and brightly lit reindeer and trees that sparkle with tiny white lights. People around here hang out cute little flags with various icons celebrating various holidays at various times of year and, as in the department stores, the holiday-themed adornments appear the day after Thanksgiving, if not before.

Not at my house. Oh sure, we've picked up and decorated our tree, but it's inside the house, not on the front lawn. There's a single electric candle in each window, but splendid decorations? Nope. Because, truth be told, I don't have the time. But, also, I don't have the inclination. Forgive me, Martha Stewart, for I have sinned: I don't decorate.

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