As a former professor of organizational communication, a feminist, and an unapologetic qualitative scholar, my absolute favorite kind of research involved talking to people about their lives. When I wasn’t immersed in my participants’ life stories or making sense of the 500 pages of data before me in hard copy format, I ruminated over how… Read More Answering my Calling. Serendipitously.
When I first saw the cover of Mindy Kaling’s debut book, ‘Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?’ a few years ago, I felt like she had written that book with me in mind. Except, of course, she hadn’t and I could only barely, if even, relate to the contents. It was a good read, nevertheless,… Read More Is Everyone Hanging out Without Me? : The Quest for Meaningful Female Friendships
Would adding “mom” to your resume or bio hurt your chances on the job market? Are you willing to “risk” it? … Read More Here’s Why You WILL See “Mom” Listed On My Bio
I was 20-years-old when I first stepped foot on American soil. Metaphorically speaking, of course. This was nearly 17 years ago. Visa Status: F1 Student I was 24-years-old and working full-time on an OPT (Optional Practical Training status). At the end of my “training”, I was “let go” from my full-time job because they found a “qualified”… Read More An Immigrant’s Journey in Waiting: 17 years and counting…
I went for a run in preparation for my upcoming 5k race yesterday. I call it a run because that is common parlance. In reality, what I do is more of a jog or if you ask my husband, a “slow jog”, so slow in fact, that he considers it akin to his “fast walk”.
Before I had kids, I would drag myself out of bed at 10:00 a.m. on weekends…ever thinking that I could do that as a mother…that was wishful thinking. Before I had kids, I could step out of the house at a moment’s notice…ever thinking that I would be able to do that again after I… Read More Before I had kids…
I love making lists. For everything. Lately, however, I have avoided making lists but that experience is more like a mouse who sees cheese and is smart enough to realize that the cheese is purely a tool of entrapment and yet, wonders if she can somehow outsmart the trapping hinge. Hmm..ain’t gonna happen! What I… Read More Of lists and non-lists; to-dos, will-get-to-its, and one-days
Inspired by Vonesai Muhaso ‘s Huffington Post piece by the same title as above, I decided to write my own letter to my postpartum body. Dear Post-Partum Body,
Getting anywhere with kids needs a lot of preparation. I have long said good-bye to days when I could take my time getting dressed and get my hair (should I straighten or curl) and make up done (what shade of lipstick should I go with today).
In my ongoing identity transition or should I more appropriately say, my frustrations with having to morph myself into a reluctant SAHM identity, I have many struggles. Daily. I am just not the stay at home kinds as I have previously written. I am just not made of that grain. I don’t know if I… Read More I cried. Wasn’t the first time. Won’t be the last.
One thing that is often sacrificed with the arrival of kids is time. Sure you learn to appreciate time in other ways and if you’re like most parents or moms I know, keep an ongoing list of many ‘first times’…the first time your baby smiled, the first time she spit food at you and so… Read More My time, Me time, and time for myself
Even as a young adult I knew categorically that I would never be a housewife. Myopically, being a housewife meant financial dependency, limited professional options, a uniquely multi-faced but seemingly one dimensional life, and a definite loss of identity. I had too much pride and dignity to ever depend on anybody else for financial security.… Read More Embracing a SAHM identity (or not) (1) – To be continued…