A Secret to Success This Back to School Season: Make Everyone Feel Loved

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Family in Chautauqua   Greetings from Chaton's World in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! In my world, my days often start with laundry, early-morning emails, and making my kids a hot breakfast. They often end with late-night homework checks, making Instagram reels, and appearing on Celebrity Court of Public Opinion. Somewhere in between, I’m navigating boardrooms, working towards deadlines, and immersed in the good, bad, and ugly chaos of motherhood and household management. As a working mom of three and a professional carving out space in corporate environments, I share my journey of balancing leadership with loving my family, and I sprinkle it with self-care tips. Here, you’ll find honest reflections, hard-earned lessons, and practical strategies for creating an authentic life that you enjoy. If you’re trying to do it all without losing yourself in the process, you have found your sister in the struggle! Continue reading to discover some thoughts, hacks, and/or lessons that I have l...
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The Kindness of Strangers, a Working Mom's Key to Survival

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Dinner at the Germantown Commissary


I am on a work trip. Yesterday, I traveled to Memphis, Tennessee to participate in a training about "Conflict Resolution". The irony is, this trip has created conflict in my home...


One of the things I love about being a mom is that my life is interconnected with my children. They are both under seven and need help to navigate the day. Generally, I serve as that help. I am their primary care giver. And although it is exhausting, I enjoy it.

Subtracting me from their daily routine is disruptive to everyone. It means that my husband is responsible for everything. Instead of helping me, he becomes the primary caregiver. While he is highly capable, he is not me.

Last night, while I was having BBQ at an iconic Memphis restaurant called, "Germantown Commissary", I tried to Face Time with my family. I thought that would be a way for us to stay connected. It worked well until my daughter said, "Come home now!" That phrase incited the baby who began crying. Then, the Facetime session devolved into a crying session for like five good minutes. I didn't cry because I didn't want to cause a scene, but I wanted to. 

Despite my efforts, I must have become visibly sad because a stranger bought my dinner. While this gesture didn't erase my heartache, it did make me smile. In a small way it made be believe that everything would be alright. So, I will be eternally grateful.

 NOTE TO ALL: Memphis is not where you go if you're on a diet...

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