Life Updates of a Larger Magnitude

Recently I've been grappling with one of the basic tenants of Christianity - the personal savior.  I haven't read much on it, but I'm pretty sure someone else has already thought this through much more eloquently than I will.  And yet, that doesn't mean I don't get to think about it myself... God has gradually become a more central piece of my life in the past few years.  This is by design.  I want to strengthen my foundation as well as pass along faith to my children.  Maybe Catholicism, maybe not, but I want them to feel the love and solace that I have when I feel connected to God.  Like there is something infinitely bigger.  Something benevolent.  Something amazing.  That anything is possible and we are not limited nearly as much as we think we are.  I love Catholicism for many reasons, but the root of them is my connection to the community.  Lately I have been in a more evangelical circle that talks about what God (sometimes ...

The second Presidential debate last night sparked an meme about " Binders Full of Women ".  Aside from the awkward phrasing, I take no exception to this statement.  Good job pushing to have women in your cabinet.  But let's overlook that and focus on the fact that there were no women in Bain's senior management... I'm going to tell you why.  It's because women are rational creatures who want to have a life outside of work.  We value our relationships above our paycheck and prestige.  That is why women often don't move up into the ranks of "I have people for that."  My recent exposure to the super Executive level has given me opportunity to ask some good life/work questions, such as "How many days a year do you travel?" (200+), "How many of you are on your second marriage?" (I asked rhetorically, but the majority are), "How many have had heart attacks?" (again, rhetorical), "How many of you have nannies to take...

Why yes, I *am* eating a giant spoonful of Nutella. My husband washed and folded about 4 baskets of laundry last night, and even put away most of it. He didn't ask me to help at all, and he didn't get annoyed at me for doing something else. That isn't the definition of romance, but it just might be the definition of love. We spend a lot of our youth trying to measure up to what other people think of us. Then we start trying to measure up to what we think of ourselves. I think the second one is harder. Then I guess we become crotchety old people and say, "Screw measuring up. I want a nap."