Sunday, March 2, 2014


a snapshot of my commute, taken last week

In July of 2007 I resigned from one of the best jobs I'd ever had.  It was the first post-college job I'd held where I was treated respectfully, as a person with value and potential, and as I had only been with the company for a little over a year I was only just beginning to recover from the many years of often abusive jobs which I had held previously.

It was more than difficult to leave.  I even enjoyed my work there, and liked my team on top of everything else.  But we were expecting Lena to arrive in October, and it had become abundantly clear to us that for reasons both financial and personal I needed to stay at home for a while.

"A while" turned into 6 1/2 years, with another baby girl arriving along the way, too.  I always had some sort of freelance work happening during those years - work I could do at home while babies napped or watched Sesame Street, work that took the edge off the whole single-income-family bit.  For the most part, staying home was fun, and even a little luxurious.  Wearing pajamas all day is AWESOME, as is being able to run errands during the day or having the occasional lunch date with friends.  Money was always tight, but the freelance work helped out a lot, and the things I was able to do for my family in exchange were absolutely worth it.

But over the last few years the freelance work began to dry up, and with Lena in school and Evie in preschool I had more time on my hands during the day than was helpful, I think.  So I began looking for some more work, maybe even something part-time where I could guarantee daytime shifts.  When a friend said he needed a little help with copywriting at his company last fall, it sounded like the perfect way to pick up some extra cash and even make my move into the writing world official.  I imagined a temporary part-time stint lasting a few months at most.  But the company was so big that the wheels turned very slowly, and by the time I interviewed in December the job had gone from "just a little help" to "full-time, in-office, experience required." I balked at "full-time," but told myself they would be interviewing so many people with so much more experience than me that I wouldn't even need to worry about it....except....they actually offered me the job.

So, yeah, maybe I panicked.  But the offer seemed like such a gift of Providence that I nervously accepted the position.  We scrambled to find some after school help with the girls, finally settling on a nanny since it was the middle of the school year and all the after school programs were full.  (And by "full" I mean actual laughter on the other end of the line when I called to ask about wait-lists.)   I then spent most of my holidays worrying about what I was doing to our family by taking on a full-time job.  Would the girls be sad?  Would they feel warehoused?  Would they even remember who I was?  How on earth would I get groceries, pay bills, keep the house clean?  What would Matt Lauer talk about when I wasn't watching??  

Well, I began the job at the beginning of January, and after two months I think it's safe to say that everyone is surviving.  We haven't run out of food or toilet paper, yet, and honestly the girls don't seem to have noticed my absence very much at all.  In fact, if I get home too early they complain that they didn't have enough time to play with Miss Maggie, our nanny.  Well, I missed you, too, kids!  True, I am now four or five months behind on photo editing, and I'm not getting in nearly enough writing or drawing time for my taste.  I don't even know how to imagine working in time to exercise or read more, anymore.  I miss being home.  A.  LOT.  On the other hand, so far it is absolutely true what all my other working-mom friends told me:  being at the office is SO much easier than being home with the kids.  As of yet nobody at the office has demanded In-n-Out for every meal for weeks on end, has cried because we ran out of pink yogurt, has had a meltdown because THERE ARE NO NEW EPISODES OF UMI-ZOOMI, or has interrupted my afternoon coffee by screaming from their seat on the toilet the siren call of all toddlers:  "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"   So, yeah.  It's a good job, it's close to home, it's in a creative space, the people there are nice, I'm learning so much, and having a little bit of financial breathing room is such a huge relief that I can't even begin to quantify it.  And, as an added bonus, I don't have to wipe anybody's poop for a guaranteed ten hours out of every workday.  You will find no complaints here.

I don't know what the future holds for my career.  I still feel like I'm settling into the job, the routine, the balancing act of work and kids and house and husband and me.  I still feel like I have writing to offer, drawings to offer, and children with crazy potential to take over the world - and I plan to be present for that.  But right now, working is good.  Getting dressed and out of the house every day is good.  Less stress over our budget is good.  And you know what else?  Telling my girls that Mommy works as a writer at a fun company, showing them that Mommy gets up and dressed and has someplace to be in the morning - right now that's pretty good, too.

In the weeks leading up to this job, many people told me that it would be much better for my family if I were to stay home.  I understand that sentiment, I really do.  But I'm a firm believer that you do what you believe is best for your family, whatever that is, and let other people worry about themselves.  I don't know if I'll be working outside of our home for the next thirty years, or the next thirty days.  And I feel good about not knowing.  I feel like this job is a gift that I didn't ask for, and I'm going to enjoy it for as long as it lasts, and as long as my family continues to benefit from it.  I miss my stay-at-home life.  But this life is pretty good, too.  Pretty darn good.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

bullet train

I'd like so much to know how time shot into super-ultra-high-speed-shazam! last fall, as though I boarded a bullet train in September and have since just watched the events of my life blur into one endless landscape on the other side of the passenger window.  Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, my birthday....I was so busy making the holidays happen that I'm not even sure I had the energy to experience them.  New Year's and my birthday usually include moments of introspection and reassessment for me, but not this year.  That passenger window fogged over and I tried to rub a clear spot so I could see through, but already the moment was gone.  Time feels vacuum-sucked out of my days, my weeks, my months, and now I know that time is air for the soul.  Yep.  There's your pseudo-poetic moment of the day:  time is air for the soul (and mine is suffocating).  Somebody print a t-shirt!

(Okay, possibly I'm whining.)

Anyway.  Shazam.  Last fall, the girls had heaps of auditions for a while, and I had heaps of drawings to deliver by Christmas.  We had soccer practice, soccer games, after-school tutoring.  Holidays.  And then, just before Christmas, I accidentally landed myself a full-time job.  For real.  We traveled twice for family over the holidays, and once for (a) business (party).  Our house underwent a partial remodel.  We hunted for and hired an after-school nanny.  Jimmy worked weekends.  We bought a minivan.  I finally started my job.  We all found ourselves flung into a new routine.

Every single thing has been good.  Every.  Single.  Thing.  I continue to be the luckiest.  In fact, I'm upgrading the title now with capital letters:  The Luckiest.  That's me.

But I've lost the ability to make time for myself in the process.  Not only have I not been blogging, but I haven't been reading my favorite blogs, either.  Or reading much at all, for that matter.  I officially abandoned Anna Karenina and all those chapters on 19th century Russian farming techniques.  I've been drawing, but only drawing for custom orders.  My list of 36 before 36 just blew right by with my birthday, so, climbing that hill?  Visiting all those awesome places?  Learning even one song on the guitar?

Come on, don't make me say it.

Slowly I am picking up the pieces of my personal time.  I have piles of thoughts to write down, and whether or not he's realized it, Jimmy has had the sad task of living with a writer who wasn't writing these past five months.  I'd like to offer him some relief, if nothing else.  I want to write about what it's like to go from a stay-at-home mom of 6.5 years to an accidental working-full-time mom.  I want to show you some of the cool things that happened around here since I last wrote.  Mostly, I just want to remember how to be engaged in my own life, again, instead of watching it sweep by out the window.

The view isn't bad at all.  In fact, the view is pretty spectacular.  I just want to be out there in it again.

Monday, October 21, 2013


I can't lie:  it's an effort to write, these days.  My whole person feels drawn in, silent, increasingly put off by the noise of the television, the radio, the unending online chatter.  Writing here is a mystery.  Not so much an aversion to communication; I don't even know what to communicate right now.

There is a slowly solidifying possibility that my time alone at home is drawing to end - that I could be working, soon.  I should be blazing through the hours I have.  Taking care of paperwork, filing, mending, organizing, marking off those last projects still stubbornly stuck on my list.  I should be writing, drawing, endlessly.  I should be climbing that hill.

All I want to do is curl up and read in the silence.  Or cook.  Which - yes - is downright crazy coming from me.  I can't explain it.  I am feeling just fine, in general.  Just fine, just humming at the lowest frequency.  No bother.

Not to worry.  This post right here - this is working through it.  I'm working through it.  Head down, eyes on my own paper, but most certainly working through it.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

soft focus

Life is generally good these days, just generically busy and rolling along quickly, days mushing into weeks that pile into the corners like cobwebs needing to be swept up, thrown out, whisked away.  I am fine, but lacking focus for anything much more than accomplishing the minimum.  On the other hand, sometimes the minimum has meant crawling into a book for an hour or two (if I can get it), and that's hard to disparage.  I've missed reading.

Now that Lena's sixth birthday has passed, I some have time again for myself, and I really need it.  I feel soft - inside and out.  I miss writing, and I need exercise.  I have drawings to do, and goals to accomplish.  I'm just having a hard time remembering how to focus my energy, or maybe my body is rebelling.  All I really want to do in the moment is read, or nap.  Hosting a party for Lena and her school friends last week just drained about a month's worth of energy out of this introvert, maybe.  I am tired.  But I will keep moving forward.  I will find my drive.  And maybe, if I need to take a nap in the meantime, it wouldn't quite be the end of the world.  

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Shop news & SALE on custom home drawings

Hello, everyone!  Caught up from that fabulous three day weekend, are ya?  All settled back into school?  Back to work?  Wondering when this heat will go away so you can justify a pumpkin spice latte and new boots?  ME TOO.  And I have the perfect thing to cool you off:  a winter holiday sale!

Okay, so sales-speak isn't really my thing.  But I can make a lovely drawing of a treasured home for you, or your mom, or your grandfather.  These drawings make wonderful heirloom gifts, but they do require a little lead-time, so I am letting you in on a deal if you order between now and November 1st.

I have said this before, but it bears repeating:  I absolutely love working on these drawings.  Home has always been important to me, and I understand personally how one house can, in some ways, encapsulate everything in our world.  Drawing a home I know is loved and dear to someone is a responsibility I take seriously, and as I work I hope that the finished piece will evoke those emotions and memories in the recipient.  It really is a privilege to be able to work on these drawings for you.

So.  Order now with coupon EARLYBIRD2013 and you will receive 25% off your purchase of a custom home drawing, now through November 1, 2013.  Custom orders have already been placed, so reserve your spot now!  Yes, really.  For realz.  HONEST.  I am already filling holiday orders.  I know!

Oh, and the other shop news, which perhaps I should have mentioned earlier, is that my shop is now happily titled Lena + Eve.  A post on Lena + Eve and the new children's drawings available there is forthcoming.  But these home drawing slots do fill up, and I want you to have a chance at getting in now while, oh, you know, while the gettin's good.

If you have any questions at all, please feel free to message me and ask.  I can't wait to work on a drawing for you!