Which right is righter?

The Republican party has been trying to recast their war on women as a "fight over religious freedom". Despite the spate of anti-women legislation and rhetoric to the contrary, the Republicans are merely defending the First Amendment rights of religious institutions. And that's commendable. But maybe they should take a look at that Bill of Rights that they are now using to hide their efforts to control women.

See fellas, that document actually protects the individuals' rights over institutional rights. In other words, my right to privacy as secured by the Ninth and Fourteenth Amendments trumps your institutional right to free speech. In fact the entire Bill of Rights was created to protect the individual from government and other institutions. So they cannot use the First Amendment to attack a women's right to privacy.

This isn't a constitutional "Hunger Games". The Bill of Rights are not written in descending order. All rights are equal. And in a country that was founded on personal liberty, the idea that any institution would use the Bill of Rights as a cover to restrict personal freedom contradicts the very essence of our Constitution.

No Birth Control? No Viagra!

The Republicans have declared an all out war on women. But in their assault on our reproductive rights, they have overlooked something. A little blue something. They have forgotten that many of them are on the pill...just a different pill.

But unlike the Pill, their pill is medically unnecessary. Erectile dysfunction is not a disease, it is symptom. And it doesn't kill you. Granted, it may cause some men to lose the will to live, but it will not kill them.

Aging men and women alike are obsessed with retaining their youth. Women want to look like they are in their early twenties, men just want to fuck like they are. The male penis shares the same mission as the Starship Enterprise; to boldly go where no man has gone before. But as the "starship" ages, it goes on fewer and shorter missions. And sometimes may not leave the dock.

But while a docked "starship" is sad, it isn't dangerous, and it poses no medical threat to its' captain. Pregnancy, however, is another story. Over 340,000 women lost their lives while giving birth in 2008. I couldn't a single erectile dysfunctional fatality for the same year.

So I am sure the same religious institutions, right-wing politicians, and Faux News commentators that condemn the use of contraceptives hold the same dim view of erectile dysfunction medicines. And if they don't want their insurance paying for women's promiscuity, then it shouldn't be paying for men's either.

And if Rush Limbaugh is calling for women who use birth control to post their sexual liaisons online; it is only fair to call on men who use erectile dysfunction drugs do the same. But no one wants to see old men pretending to be virile. We get enough of that on C span.

Where Do We Go From Here?

Wow, half of 2011 has gone by and this is my first blog of this year. I guess when you're in the dryer, time flies. I know, most people talk about life's ups and downs but my life has been more like a ride in dryer. No sense of up or down, left or right, the only constant is change and disorientation. Well, and on some days, nausea.

Financially, things have definitely been on the upswing. My husband is now fully employed in the field that he loves. But now I find myself on the unemployment line. See what I mean about a dryer? But given the fact that our kids will soon be making that all important transition from home to college in the next year makes my unexpected sojourn at home seem fated.

Don't get me wrong, I have not forgotten the multitude of lessons I have learned during the past few years of economic turmoil, but the opportunity to be fully present for my family during a crucial rite of passage makes a certain sense. I spent the bulk of my time as a full time parent while my kids were growing up and to be home to see it through does give a certain satisfaction. It does not hurt that my unemployment means that I will get paid to be here.

This unplanned hiatus does afford a chance to look at my life and make some decisions. The fact that it coincides with the graduations of my kids, the start of my own metamorphosis via the approach of menopause, and other various and sundry life-altering changes can only be coincidence. Or maybe just a new dryer.

Revelations

My apologies to my handful of followers for my long hiatus from this blog. Ironically, it is not because things have gotten worse, it is because things have gotten busy. I will confess that I don't have a theme for this blog. There is so much to shed "lyte" on, but I can't seem to narrow my focus or to find a shared thread among the chaos.

Now that we are officially a duel-income family, the days fly by. Everyone has a full plate and since my husband and I are still carting our kids around to their activities, I don't have a lot of time to mull over things like I used to do. I have also taken a media break; skipping the cable news, glancing occasionally at the paper, and rarely going online to catch up.

I don't go on Facebook very much. I am finding that I prefer my friendships to be of the face to face variety, or at least phone to phone. My whole life has undergone such a fundamental shift over these past few months, I scarcely recognize myself. I am figuring out what I really want in my life, and what I need to let go of.

OMG! I am undergoing a midlife crisis. Who knew? I have been so focused on the basics of survival and crawling out of the wreckage of a former life, that until I wrote these words I did not realize that I am undergoing a seminal right of passage. Well, this makes things a lot more interesting. Now I have something to mull over in the spare nanoseconds between one thing and another. Now I have a unifying thread I can cling to in the maelstrom. I have found my focus and (gasp!) it is going to be me. Stay tuned my faithful few....

Change I Can Believe In

Today I am happily shedding a little "lyte" on change. After a long, hot, difficult summer, my husband has been offered employment. In a town with the highest unemployment rate in the nation, and the average job search nationwide taking 6 months, that is no mean feat. The job is not in his field of expertise, it is not at a pay rate that we wanted, it is a commission based position, but it is J O B!!

We are still in financial straits, but I am confident that that will work itself out, courtesy of some help from a lawyer. But the important thing is that we now see a light at the end of the tunnel, and it is not an oncoming train.

This process has wrought a lot of changes in my life and my family's. It has changed my view of all things material. It has changed my relationship with money. It has changed my definition of success. And while the events that prompted these changes was painful and stressful, I can honestly say that these changes are all for the better.

I have a whole new appreciation for all the things that money cannot buy: family, friends, and peace of mind. I have a whole perspective on our capitalist society and it is apparent that all of us; rich or poor, red or blue, need to rethink our values and priorities as a nation.

A country that does little or nothing to help out the least of its citizens cannot claim to be the greatest nation on earth. A country that pumps billions of dollars into a failed and flawed financial system, while allowing millions to lose their jobs, their homes, and their savings cannot advertise itself as the "American Dream".

I keep waiting for the gun-toting, flag-waving, bible-thumping masses that blindly follow Glenn Beck, Sarah Palin, and Rush Limbaugh to wake up to the fact that everything they are so angry about cannot be laid at the feet of President Obama, he did not create this economic disaster, he inherited it. When will the Tea Party, with all its claims of being a grass roots, Main Street movement, descend on Wall Street and hold those who authored this tragedy and profited so handsomely from it, accountable?

We need to rediscover the grit and determination that built this country. We need to start nation building again, and start with our nation. But for now, I am going to concentrate on rebuilding my little corner of the universe. But remember, I am just getting started....

Everybody's In The Pool

After an extended hiatus, I felt my muse descend and decided to shine so more "lyte" on surviving this economic tsunami. The last several weeks have been spent exploring places that, until recently, were places only other people inhabited. Collection agency, bankruptcy, and foreclosure are all very real destinations and may be some stops on my summer vacation.

It does help to know that I am not alone on this trip. I can easily say that everyone in my city of Las Vegas has been touched by the crisis. Some have felt a mere brush, while others have been pummelled like a UFC fighter. But like the cliche says, it isn't how many times you get knocked down, what counts is how many times you get back up. And my family and I keep getting back up.

I figure I have an excellent opportunity to demonstrate for my children how to act in a crisis. Actually, they are learning a lot of life lessons during this summer of pain. They learning that credit cards are tools but not crutches. That they should always measure their success by the quality of their life, not the quantity. That what defines you is not your possessions, but your relationships.

I am happy to report that despite enormous stressors, my marriage is thriving. When tragedy strikes, couples either turn together to face the crisis, or turn on each other. My husband and I chose the former, and it has made all the difference.

But I know this event is a game changer for our family. Our lives will never go back to what they were, no matter what the outcome. But that's okay, we are on a new adventure and the important thing is, we are all together and looking forward.

Breathing

I am shedding some "lyte" on survival today. It is amazing how you can find your equilibrium in even the worst of times. Yes, we have no money. Yes, my husband is still unemployed. Yes, the creditors have descended in a calling frenzy. But, that's okay.

Sometimes when what you fear the most finally happens, a sense of relief kicks in. And that's where I am at right now. When the awful moment passes and you find that you're still breathing, that life does continue on and even happiness is possible, a weird sense of contentment develops.

I must admit, there are times when "fear takes the wheel and steers" in the immortal words of Incubus. But I just keep breathing. The fact that I am still employed helps tremendously. I can bury myself for nine hours. And then I sleep for another eight hours. So there are only 7 hours in a day when panic can creep in and that is happening less and less. I am also working out everyday and really helps keep the jim jams away. But really, we're okay.

This experience is an intense exercise in faith, but I will blog about that another day. For now, all I am going to do is breathe in and breathe out.

Widespread Panic

Today I am attempting to shine some "lyte" on panic. Frankly, I am having a hard time shining any "lyte" on anything as my husband was let go from his job last month. Rats the size of Texas are gnawing at my innards, my thoughts scatter like lawn debris before a leaf blower and my sense of humor? Distressfully absent and will probably be found buried with Jimmy Hoffa.

Scant comfort can be found in the thought that my family is soooo not alone in this crisis. We are joining millions of other Americans who woke up to find their American dream morphed into a nightmare that even Freddy won't visit. Our savings are practically gone, so we are forced to find a way to live on what I make. And trust me, I don't make much. Essentially we went from middle class to near poverty in the space of 24 hours.

I work on maintaining an attitude of gratitude. But reality has a way of kicking the shit out of gratitude on a daily basis. Let's take health insurance as an example. I am very grateful that I have it and qualify for it at my job. Our COBRA payment would be larger than my mortgage, but it would be manageable with the subsidy. Unfortunately, we don't qualify for the subsidy because I am eligible for the plan my job provides. The kick? My premium for the high deductible, pre-existing condition waiving, thin blanket coverage is over a third of my already measly net pay every two weeks. The pay that is supporting my family. My children don't qualify for the SCHIP program because of my coverage at work. And the health care reform hasn't effected private insurance in any way yet because the exchanges won't be created until 2014. The bright side? My allergic and asthmatic child cannot be denied coverage.

So my blog will taking on a much darker hue in the coming weeks. Al Gore was right, crisis does create opportunity. I have many opportunities to vent and search for the "lyte" in the various challenges my family is facing. And you're all coming along for the ride.

A Hard Boot

I want to shine some "lyte" on rebooting. We are switching IT companies at my job and it has been a wee bit crazy. I feel a little intimidated because my IT knowledge is of the toaster oven type. I want my computing to work like my toaster oven; I put the bread in, set the timer, and ding! There is my toast, done to perfection.

Right. So, our entire system went belly up and my IT savior rode in on his white Prius to save the day. I thought he would push up his sleeves and start loading code. Nope, he gave our system a hard boot. To those of you who are scratching your heads, a hard boot is when you turn your system off and then turn it back on to reload all the programming.

I was amazed, all this IT know-how came down to doing what I do when my computer doesn't cooperate with me at home. Turn it off, turn it on, and pray. Okay, he did some other stuff too, but when in doubt, give it a hard boot.

Later in the week, we were having issues loading a printing program. Again, the solution was to uninstall the program and then reinstall it. Another version of the hard boot.

I am beginning to sense a theme here. Our world seems to be a batsh*t crazy right now. Everyone had a different prescription for how to fix it. So I am going to go out on a limb and suggest....a hard boot.

Now, I am not talking Armageddon. But since we are losing an hour of time this weekend anyway, let's just metaphorically load all garbage of the past few years into that hour and kiss it goodbye. A nice fresh start on Sunday morning. A hard boot.

Another Headstone

I want to shine some "lyte" on rites of passage. Our modern society is bereft of rites of passage. There just aren't that many activities that adults do that young people do not have access to. The lines between childhood and adulthood have become increasingly blurred.

Is that a good thing? I am not sure. Children are becoming jaded, miniature adults, complete with their cell phones. Teenagers set the bar for what's hot and what's not. I think part of the appeal of the show "Mad Men" is that back then, it was cool to be an adult. Age was admired, and the rights and responsibilities of adults were significantly different from children.

But now it is all about the young. You aren't even allowed to look your age. I am as guilty as the next, I still shop primarily in the junior section, not misses. But I draw the line at Botox or Juviderm, or other artificial means of rejuvenation. I have my standards.

Back to rites of passage. One rite is still going strong here in the good, ole USA. You still have wait until you're sixteen (and in some states, eighteen) to drive. Both of my kids got their permits over the last weekends, and it suddenly hit home that they are growing up......and away.

I have said it before, parenting is one long goodbye. But the day you stop carting your kids around is the one of hardest goodbyes of all. Not only are you facing the undeniable fact that you are becoming largely superfluous in your children's lives, but that they now have the means and the desire to go out into the world without you.

And it is a scary world.

All You Need Is

In honor of Valentine's Day, I want to shine some "lyte" on love. Love is truly a universal topic. Kind of like body fat but with a lot more angst involved. Love has been the theme of countless books, movies, and songs. We yearn for it, we scorn it, we can't live without it. We analyze it, we criticize it, and we demonize it.

Love can make us better versions of ourselves or drive to lengths we didn't know we were capable of. It can make sane people crazy and crazy people crazier. Love is a noun and a verb all at the same time. We make it, we break it, but we just can't shake it.

I have been enormously lucky in love. That luck has been 28 years in the making, but I feel lucky just the same. I have the delight and honor to married to someone I not only love, but actually like and admire. There were times when I couldn't stand the way he breathed, but we got through that. We have grown up together and if we are fortunate, we will grow old together.

But I have been lucky not just in romantic love, but the other kinds too. I am awash in love. My children, my family, my friends, all surround me in the ether of love. My cup truly runneth over. So today, the most love-filled day of the year, I want to recognize all the people that I love and that manage to love me. Thank you.

I Need A Hero

Today I want to shed some "lyte" on heroism. Haiti is in the news and I find myself focusing not on the tragedy, but the incredible bravery of the Haitian people. Every hour, another story comes out about a family or neighbor or passerby digging someone out of the rubble, often with their bare hands.

We are prone to think of heroes and heroines as someone extraordinary, but all over this planet, every second, there are quiet acts of incredible courage being acted out. These acts are not reported on, or rewarded, or celebrated, but they are happening nonetheless.

People are facing and overcoming incredible odds and challenges. Surviving cancer. Confronting injustice. Sharing resources. Millions of Americans have lost their jobs, their savings, and their homes, yet they get up every morning with the conviction that today is the day that they will find employment, get back on their feet financially, and begin again.

I think the best definition of bravery is being scared, but doing something anyway. I want to recognize all the heroes out there that are truly demonstrating what humanity is all about. If you know a hero, take the time to thank them for their courageousness and sacrifice. It isn't always a crisis that brings out the best in us, but just the ordinary that highlights the extraordinary.

Lost And Found

I want to shine some "lyte" on themes today. I was listening to NPR on my way to giving blood this morning, and they were talking about what to call the first decade of this new millenium. Now, I know I have just come off sounding like the intelligent, philanthropist I'd like to be by revealing that: A) I listen to public radio, and B) I give blood, willingly. Let me set the record straight, I like NPR because it makes me look smart, and I gave blood to get a free t-shirt.

Anyway, they were taking calls about what to call the decade that was from 2000 to 2009. I would like to humbly propose that we call the Lost Decade. And no, not after the wildly popular TV show, so popular that it's season opener caused the White House to reschedule the State of the Union (allegedly). No, I think it should be called the Lost Decade because that is the reoccurring theme of those ten years.

We started with the inauguration of George W. Bush, whose selection to the presidency by the Supreme Court, demonstrated that the quaint idea of every vote in this country counting was gone. The bursting of the dot com bubble showed us that technology did not hold all the answers and the supposed level heads of the free market were subject to the kind of mood swings that only teenagers are supposed to have. (A lesson we failed to learn from to our peril.)

This lesson was repeated when Enron, WorldCom, and others showed us that it was entirely possible to fool all of the people, all of the time. Their accounting fraud caused not only the loss of money, but our collective loss of trust in the very foundations of capitalism.

Then came 9/11 and we forever lost the image of our country as being invulnerable and safe. We then witnessed the aftermath to 9/11, when our government lost its collective mind and we all lost our civil liberties and our right to privacy. We then lost our standing in the world when we invaded Iraq in 2003. Our first and hopefully last pre-emptive war; where we decided that a country that had nothing to do with 9/11 was, in the seriously deluded minds of Rumsfeld, Cheney, and Bush, the central front of the war on terror.

We then proceeded to watch in ever-increasing dismay, the loss of lives. Our soldiers, innocent Iraqi citizens, people with the incredible misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. We watched our country lose it's moral standing with the publication of the pictures of torture at Abu Ghraib prison. And we lost our respect for our leaders as they showed that government was not about stewardship, but all about power.

Then came the elections of 2004 where we witnessed the spectacle of a bona fide war hero being convincingly labelled a coward, and over half the country buying the story lock, stock, and barrel. Some of us lost our belief that the truth and facts mattered.

The losses in Iraq continued. There were other smaller, but extremely well-documented losses: Anna Nicole Smith, the attempt to privatize Social Security, and the ability to board a plane with more than 3 ounces of liquid in your carry on bag.

Homes began to lose their value. We were all told that the fundamentals of our economy were strong, and those mortgage-backed securities were too complicated for us to understand. We just had to trust that the smartest guys in the room had our backs.

Then the losses began to escalate. Homes weren't just losing value, families were losing their homes. Seniors were losing their retirement savings. Millions lost their jobs. And even the smartest guys in the room were losing their private planes, vacation homes, and stock portfolios.

But the decade ended with a loss that most of us could live with; George W. Bush left the White House, and new guy with a new attitude moved in. Many adherents of the old regime lost their power, but have found audiences on Fox News.

I am confident that this coming decade will be better. I am hopeful that this will be a time of gains: gains in our economy, our trust, and our confidence. But I am doubtful that we have learned our lessons. If we don't learn the hard taught lessons of sustainability, accountability, and responsibility, we stand to lose it all, all over again.

You Can Do It!

I want to shine some "lyte" on resolutions. This week, millions of people are making all kinds of promises to themselves and others that they have no intention of keeping. Losing weight and quitting smoking top the list for most. Spending more time with my family, getting my finances under control, organizing my life, are also popular choices.

Bullsh*t. Be honest with yourself. You'll stick to your "resolution" for about two weeks and then you will go back to doing whatever it was you were doing before. Smoking, eating too much, sticking your credit card receipts in a shoebox. Sure, we are very good at making resolutions, but piss poor at keeping them.

So, make a resolution that is easy to keep. I resolve to breathe in and out. To walk upright. To remain conscious (most of the time). Not only will you be able to keep these resolutions, you will feel positively virtuous for doing so. Happy New Year!

Tidings

I want to shed some "lyte" on anticipation today. This time of year is when in addition to snowflakes, there is anticipation in the air. You feel it most around kids; they send out rogue waves of it as they contemplate what they want from Santa.

But adults are not immune to the siren song of "I want". We are bombarded with images of shiny new cars wrapped in bows and flashy new big screen tvs. And when most of us are watching every penny, these temptations are akin to Chinese water torture, or to use the millennium term, Guantanamo waterboarding.

We need to rediscover the meaning of the season. And I am not an advocate for putting the "Christ" back in Christmas. People have been celebrating the winter solstice long before Jesus walked the earth. What this time of year is all about is comfort and joy, and when you are stuck in line at Walmart, mentally calculating if you are going to go over your credit card limit with this next purchase, comfort and joy seem a long ways away.

So send a card, a real card with a note and a picture, to a friend you haven't talked to in a while. Call a family member who is notorious for being a hermit. Carol. Bake some cookies and give them to your neighbors. Simple acts of connection that speak to the spirit of the holidays. It's cold out there, meteorologically and metaphorically, we could all use some warmth.

In Awe

Today I am shining some "lyte" on all the working mothers out there. I know, I know, whether at home or at an office, store, factory, or school, all mothers work. But now that I am trying to balance full time working hours and home life, I have a whole new appreciation for what those women do everyday, often in heels.

I realize that I have been incredibly fortunate to be able to stay home with my family until my little darlings have grown (almost) as tall as me. While being a parent to teenagers is no picnic, it is a much easier row to hoe than working full time and having small children at home.

If one of my kids is sick, they can pretty much stay home and take care of themselves. They can dose themselves with medicine, know where the toilet is, and can operate the microwave. But how mothers of small children or worse yet, infants, work full time and then have the energy and interest to parent, I have no idea.

I am in bed by 9 pm most nights, well ahead of my nocturnal teens. They can do their own homework, and I no longer have to read them a story before bedtime. They help with chores. I cannot begin to tell you how incredible it was to have them and my husband help me clean the house. A job that normally takes 6 hours was done in a little over an hour and a half and my back was not screaming for mercy.

I feel like such a weenie. I haven't made time to write this blog, work out, or any of the things I used to do on a daily basis when I was home. Notice I used the word "made" not "had". I am realizing that my schedule needs a radical overhaul and I need to pay attention to two things: 1) the open time in my daily routine and 2) my energy levels. If I want to blog, I need the time, but not necessarily the physical energy. If I want to exercise, I need both.

So, my apologies to all three or four of my faithful followers out there. But I am back. Not tan, not rested, but definitely back. Let's get this party started...

Mam's The Word

I want to shine some "lyte" on secrets today. Some new screening guidelines have recently been released by the government suggesting that women wait until age 50 to get mammograms and then get screened only every other year.

This suggestion has been met for the most part with dismay since many women fear that insurance companies will use the new guidelines as an excuse to not pay for mammograms for women under the age of 50. And I do not doubt that some insurance company will "test the waters" by doing just that. Anything to make or save a buck.

I, personally, am not dismayed. I am secretly relieved. See, I don't get yearly mammograms. I know, I know, everyone says screenings save lives, but I disagree. I am mammarily challenged. In other words, I have small breasts.

For those of you who are not familiar with the trials of the mammarily challenged; the smaller the breast, the more painful the mammogram. Squeezing my teeny-tiny girls between two metal plates is uncomfortable at best and excruciating at worst. Plus, I never saw the upside of traumatizing my boobs and radiating them at the same time.

If, in order to prevent prostrate or testicular cancer, men were required to sandwich their balls between two metal plates and bombard them with radiation, I am fairly confident that a more comfortable option would be swiftly forthcoming. In fact, I am positive.

So for now, I will take comfort in the idea that for once, the government and I agree on something. But now I have one more reason to dread my fiftieth birthday.

My Louvre

I want to shine some "lyte" on nostalgia. The other night, my daughters and I looked through their artwork dating from when they first started drawing through 1st grade. It was a different experience than looking at photos or watching videos. More visceral. More immediate.

Those pictures really took me back to those days. I remembered the plastic picnic table where most of the masterpieces were created. I was amazed at the sheer amount of work they produced. I must have spent a small fortune on paint and paper. Looking at their tiny handprints was especially poignant.

I was feeling quite nostalgic for those days, such simple and yet incredibly difficult, days. But that feeling didn't last long. I also remembered just how frustrating those days were. As challenging as teens can be, I will take them any day over a toddler.

My kids were shocked that I saved so much. I can't explain why. Most of the work is not identified or dated. A lot of it lacks any artistic sensibility. But I see myself in the not-too-distant future; grayer and undoubtably wiser, surrounded by the creativity of my children, hopefully, grandchildren, and if I am really blessed, great-grandchildren. Being bathed in visions of tiny handprints.

Three Ring Circus

I want to shine some "lyte" on balance today. Those of you who follow my blog (all three of you) may have noticed that I haven't posted anything in the last week. I started a new job last week and it has thrown my whole schedule into a tailspin.

Working part time and being home, I had my schedule down to a science. Now I have new responsibilities and less time at home. More like no time at home. And the center is not holding.

Women are urged to find some sort of mythical balance between home and work. I don't know if it is possible. Some times work overwhelms home, other times home over shadows work. As far as my personal priorities, home is always more important than work. But translating that into the real world is delicate work.

So we do our best. Try to do everything we can on the weekends and hope it all holds through the week. But balance? I am not so much a tightrope walker as a juggler. Just trying to keep it all in the air and off the ground.

Part of the Team

Today I want to shed some "lyte" on contributing. For the past fifteen years, my primary preoccupation and occupation has been being a full time, stay at home, parent. My husband and I made the decision well before our children were born that when the time came, who ever made the most money would work, the other parent would stay home. For a while, I was the primary breadwinner, but by the time our twins were born, my husband out earned me.

Losing 40% of our take home pay was not easy. We have had to live with debt and certain amount of economic uncertainty, especially in the last few years. But we both felt that the sacrifice was worth it. Staying home was not easy for me. At times it was mind numbingly dull and incredibly tedious. It didn't help that while most of society lauds women for choosing family over career, that praise is merely lip service. I got used to seeing zeroes on my Social Security statement and watching peoples' eyes glaze over when I answered that ice-breaking question at parties, "So, what do you do for a living?"

I did work part time for most of my kids' childhood. I volunteered until my eyes bled. But I missed having a "real job". So I spent the past few months looking for a full time position. Between the economy and the gaps in my resume, my job search was a true exercise in humility. No one would even interview me. I kept reminding myself that Las Vegas is one of the worst job markets in America, but it gave me scant comfort.

Well, out of the blue, my future came to me. I was approached in one of my part time jobs and offered a chance. I cannot tell you how much just the act of being interviewed soothed my much-battered ego. My joy was increased a thousandfold when I was offered the job.

I started today. And while motherhood has been one of the most fulfilling roles I have ever had, I cannot begin to tell you how good it feels to work again. And while I have always contributed, I cannot pretend that a bigger paycheck doesn't feed me in a way that all the platitudes do not. Just don't tell my kids.