It's no secret that being a working mom is hard. However, there's an element to being a working mother which no one discusses: bravery. There are little moments of bravery every day; leaving your child in someone else's hands, being brave enough to believe you are making the right decision to work, and the bravery it takes to ask for what you need, in order to make your life manageable as a mom in the work force.

Recently, in the news, Obama has spoken at length about family-friendly workplaces,

"Take flexibility -- the ability to take a few hours off for a school play or to work from home when your kid is sick. Most workers want it, but not enough of them have it -- even though studies show that flexibility makes workers happier and helps companies lower turnover and raise productivity. Take paid family leave. Many jobs don't offer adequate leave to care for a new baby or an ailing parent, so workers can't afford to be there when their families need them the most. And the United States is the only developed country in the world without paid maternity leave." 

Flexibility is key there. If we know anything about having young children and babies, it's that there is no standard, everything has to be flexible. Every child is different, every family is different. Being the mother of a young child means that your life has to be flexible, which of course, is incredibly hard when you're a working mother in the work-force. However, when something doesn't work for your family, it takes a lot of bravery to ask for help. I'm sharing my story because I was brave, and I want all working mothers out there to know it is your right to ask for the flexibility you need in raising your family. If we cannot be there for our children, than what's the point?

When you love your job, speaking up about anything can always be a little nerve wracking. You don't want to rock the boat, or worse. You just want to be understood. Upon my yearly meeting with the new headmaster of the school this year, I explained that I would not be able to do overnight field trips next year, for a few reasons. One, is that Eric is traveling more for work, and it can sometimes be a last minute trip; I didn't want the school to book me on a trip only to have me cancel last minute! When you have an upper school faculty of under ten, it's hard to find other people to fill your spot. Also: the simple fact that I'd only have a little one year old next year. A one year old whom I adore and don't want to leave for three or four nights. He still needs me. And, I don't want to leave him. He's just a baby. I explained all of this in my meeting, and described that with Eric's work schedule it would just be incredibly difficult to manage. I was told "duly noted." I really didn't think much of it after that meeting, as in the past, any teachers with young children were excused from the overnight trips, no questions asked.

My annual contract came in the mail and the overnight trips were still in the contract. I assumed this was a simple oversight, as it was in my contract this year, but I didn't go on the trips because Weston was only a few months old. So, I was brave and scheduled a meeting with the headmaster. I went in to the meeting to discuss the "oversight" and another issue: that on Thursdays I could not do 4:00 bus duty, but I was more than happy to do 3:00 bus duty (on any day of the week). I've done 4:00 Thursday bus duty since my first year at the school and had never asked for any changes before this. Again, I really didn't think this would be an issue.

I calmly brought up the two contractual issues, and his response was quite shocking to me. He explained that it was not an oversight at all, but that he indeed remembered our discussion, but in fact chose to keep the trips in my contract. I was told that the overnight trips would be staying in my contract because if my husband was home to watch Weston, than I was expected to go. I was told I had "expectations" to fulfill and that he understood my "situation," but that if I could go, I would be going. Furthermore, I was told that I was also expected to do 4:00 bus duty, and if no one could fill that position and help me out, than that was it...oh well. Too bad. I was really taken aback. Where was the flexibility? Where was the family friendly work environment?

How many nights did I spend after hours, making dinner, holding my baby, and talking to students' parents on my home telephone about advisor issues? How many afternoons did I stay late at school because a student needed me? How many classes did I cover for colleagues whom were sick or had to run out to take care of their kids? I've been a flexible, helpful teacher...so where was my flexibility? It's funny, upon finding out I was leaving the school, I had colleagues approach me and ask me how much money I had asked for; I'd look at them strangely and say, "Money? I didn't ask for money, I asked for an hour on Thursdays and to not go on an overnight trip next year." I was simply asking for a little time with my baby. I had spent countless hours in school, with other people's children, and all I wanted was the understanding that I couldn't be away from my child for a few nights, and that 4:00 bus duty would have me home way too late. To say that I was shocked by his responses is an understatement. For an educational institution that boasts their family values, I felt like my family values were being swept under the table. 

When I walked into that meeting, in which I thought everything would be cleared up, I was intent on signing my contract for the next school year. I never thought that my simple desires would be denied, thus making my work/life balance even more difficult to deal with. However, I left that meeting knowing that I could not return to school. My son is my priority, and asking a teacher to leave her one year old because it is "expected" of her is not the game I choose to be playing. I have expectations, and my son expects me in that rocking chair at eight o'clock every night, so that is where I choose to be. The whole situation is unbelievably disheartening. I have spent 17 years of my life at that school (9 as a student, 6 as a teacher), and have devoted every fiber of myself to making sure my students left those ivy walls as moral, strong, and educated Latin scholars. But, alas, as we know, these things happen, and I shouldn't really be surprised, should I? Sometimes life throws curve balls at you exactly when you need them, and the trick isn't to hit them out of the park, the trick is to make the play which is right for you. 

So, be brave. As the school says, "Speak Up!" Being brave isn't about going into battle knowing you are going to win; being brave is about not knowing the answer, but deciding to go to battle for what you need anyway. Being a new mother is a un-nerving time, but you're still the strong, educated, tough lady you always were, you just have a baby on your hip this time around. Be brave to ask for what you want, because even if you don't get what you need, you're going to learn a great lesson about those around you. 


Photo by Nicole M., my cousin.

Teaching is not a profession for the faint of heart.

I can attest to that statement from two sides: as a teacher, and as someone who has had teachers who have changed my life.

The teacher-student relationship is complicated at times; there is an inherent distance between the two figures, because well, there has to be: one is a teacher, and an adult, and the other is a student, and a child. Our job as teachers is simply to teach, isn't it? Not quite. Once, a few years ago, I was teaching a class and a young lady in the class very nastily was making fun of a young man, in front of everyone. I obviously stopped the class and called her out on her behavior. The next day, her mother stopped me in the hall and started screaming at me, in front of everyone. She said that I had embarrassed her daughter, and how dare I meddle in the students' personal lives (hardly); she screamed at me to "just stick to Latin!" Oh, lady, I wish it were that simple. Don't you think my life would be easier if I didn't go home and worry about my students? Think about my students? Care about my students? Don't you think my life would be easier if I didn't worry that they were drinking, doing drugs, scared, in danger, being bullied? Don't you think my life would be easier if I didn't have to watch a group of boys make fun of a boy just because he wasn't up in the new video game lingo? Don't you think my life would be easier if I didn't have to watch a group of girls giggle about another girl's outfit as she walked away? Don't you think? I wish teaching were that simple. Here are your declensions, here are your conjugations. Thanks for coming to class. As if. Teaching, at times, can be gut-wrenching and heart-breaking...but most importantly, joyful, amazing, and breathtaking.

I have seen miracles happen right before my eyes. I have seen students, who couldn't handle learning French or Spanish, translate a whole passage in Latin. I have seen students teach their peers all about the Imperfect tense in the 3rd conjugation (dude, it's hard). I have had students start off scared, quiet, and hesitant, go on to major in Classics in college. And, I can't even begin to count the times I have heard that magic, "ahhh! I get it now!" That, that right there is why I teach.

But, I didn't learn how to relate to my students from thin air. I've had some truly astounding teachers in my day.

In 6th grade, when my parents were in the midst of a not-so-fun divorce, my 6th grade social studies teacher, Marcia, would let me call my mother anytime I wanted, from her office. I was homesick, and scared; she was a single mom of two girls and understood. Marcia was real, she was a strong woman. The twelve year old me didn't know that years later, when Marcia retired, and then sadly passed away, I would take her position teaching 6th grade Ancient History. Marcia not only was there for me, in a non-academic way, as a sad twelve year old, but she changed the course of my life. I'm now a Latin and history teacher because of her.

In 8th grade, after struggling with Latin for two years (I mean, failing...), the school hired a young man named Steve to teach Latin. He was funny, kind, and took a different approach to Latin: fun. Suddenly I got it! My grades improved and low and behold, I began to love learning Latin (it's the only foreign language I've ever taken). I had him as a Latin teacher for two years, and he taught us more Latin in those two years than I realized...now, looking back, I see how much he inspired me to challenge my students to read real classical texts, and Latin poetry (he introduced me to Catullus, and oh man, I love me some Catullus!).

In 9th grade, I took a global studies class with Matt. He made it clear to us that it didn't matter where one went to college, or what your background was--everyone is equal. He taught us never to say "retarded," a teaching mantra I have taught and been strict with in my own classrooms.

High school was not the easiest time for me. I came in to my private high school in 10th grade, and was automatically sort of a loner, because I was quiet and kept to myself. But, there were two people who wouldn't stand for that. Liza and Jorge. Liza, my psychology teacher, and Jorge, my public speaking and physics teacher, were a young married couple, who took it upon themselves to make me feel awesome about myself. Jorge used to let me quilt during class, since it was sort of my thing, and made me feel not so alone. Liza hooked me up with Latin tutoring, which again, changed the course of my life. They were a constant ear to listen to my problems, and sometimes a shoulder to cry on. I still talk to them, almost daily via the internet, and have become close to their three kids now too.

Teachers, you make a difference. You may not realize it now, but your smile, your kind words, your wisdom...the students are listening. I always tell my students, "It's not about the Latin at all--it's about being good people. Respectful. Strong. Willing to stick up for others. For yourself." Years ago I had a student who was brilliant, but she kept getting herself into trouble. She would come to me, crying, and ask what she should do. Beyond telling her to stop doing whatever she was doing, I kept reminding her that "there's more to school than school." She loved that. I think, often as teachers, we forget that the academics are the key, obviously, but it is imperative to keep our eyes, ears, and hearts open to our students. We must listen, because, they do tell. We spend more time with our students than their parents spend with them, often. It is our responsibility to help them navigate the world and understand morality, justice, and kindness.

I have had the most compassionate, loving, groups of students. Know how I know this? I give them chances to stretch their minds and hearts. When Dave, of Brown Bird, was sick, we wrote letters to him. My students did not forget his name or face. Every morning they would come in and ask how he was doing. When he passed away, my students shed a tear, and asked me to make sure MorganEve knew she had a standing invite to come play a concert at their school. Throughout the years, we have written letters to the kids at St. Judes, drawn pictures for children that were housebound due to illness, and reached out to those in need.

Is that sticking to Latin? Not so much. Will my students remember their verb conjugations and noun charts? Maybe, probably not. Do I care if they remember their noun chart in ten years? Not really at all. I do care that they continue helping those in need. I do care that they keep an open heart to the world. I do care that they love to love, and love to help, and love to care. Being a teacher is about preparing students for the world, and I know that my students will go out into this world and help a friend in need, or a stranger, because there is more to school than school, there is learning to be a human being who does good, and not only is good at what they can do.

Teaching is not for the faint of heart, but those who teach know, it opens your heart. It stretches your soul. It boggles your brain, and it shows you that though humanity can be scary, there are people out there in the world who know right from wrong, and they know it...because they learned it in your classroom.


A few favorite book recommendations from your favorite former Nursery school teacher (that's me). I love children's books and have a lot of opinions on them- don't get me started on ones I deem overly popular (Knuffle Bunny, gag) or flat out inappropriate (I Want My Hat Back, seriously disturbed).

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Oliver and his Alligator, Paul Schmid- When I first read Oliver and His Alligator I was a bit put off and confused. It is about a very shy little boy, an introvert and how he deals with the change of going to school. It's quirky and strange, but there was a sweet little message. 

Bella's Rules, Elissa Haden - Bella doesn't like to follow the rules but loves to torment her babysitter. Until grandma turns the tables and gives Bella a puppy who sometimes doesn't like to follow the rules. Bella learns an important lesson about why rules exist. The illustrations by Abigail Halpin are beyond adorable.

A Sick Day for Amos McGee, Philip C. Stead - Amos takes care of his animal friends at the zoo. And when Amos gets sick his animal friends come and take care of him. A really sweet book with really gorgeous illustrations by Erin Stead. Made me tear up a bit. 


So, Olivia and I like to keep it pretty light around here (when we are around here these days- sorry we're busy!) but I wanted to share with you what's going on with me. So instead of bringing you down with my gravitas, I'm bringing my situation up with some lovely levity. Towards the end of the school year it was brought to my attention that a contract would not be issued to me due to numbers. There would not be enough kids in my class to have two teachers present. This is what's called getting laid off. Since then it's been a roller coaster of applying to jobs and anxiously blathering about health insurance (an issue that's not entirely cleared up as of yet, even). I was able to stop my brain from panic for a few months with a line about how I am a teacher and I deserve my summer so I can rest east until September. But you know what? It's July and while hitting the gym at 7a and then coming home to a nap is a cute look now- come September it's going to feel a little unfulfilling, boring and oh yeah...financially draining (though I do have a half marathon and a Tough Mudder scheduled for 1 week apart in October, so the extra train time does help). So today I've been calmly panicking, emailing employers and looking at Craigslist. When I quieted down and listened to my train of thought I realized it was a little crazy and entertaining, so I figured I'd share it with you all.

  • Maybe I should sell my hats (sure)
  • Maybe I should write a children's book (yes!)
  • Maybe I should rent a studio space so I can work more efficiently and focused on my art and on the children's book I have no plot for. (..okay)
  • Maybe I should design fabric for a textile company (how does one even go about this?)
  • Maybe I should buy more of this Justin's Vegan Hazelnut Chocolate Spread (happy to be a spokesperson, Justin's)
  • Maybe I should go hide in Law School for a few years (terrible idea)
  • Maybe I should go to the library every day to draw and work more efficiently and with focus on my art (yes!)
  • Maybe I should get noticed and have a fancy art show in New York or The Hamptons (..you lost me again, Jen)
  • Maybe I should give up my dreams and work in like, insurance. (noooo)
  • Maybe I should give up my dreams and become a paralegal. (nooo)
  • This Justin's Vegan Hazelnut Chocolate Spread is really good, I missed Nutella. 
  • Maybe I should sit down and think about a children's book plot. (yes!)
  • What if I'm not capable enough of illustrating a whole book (self doubt, no!)
  • Maybe I should sell crocheted dog hats (okay, Jen, okay)

Maybe I should become a crazy eccentric who wears chiffon gowns everywhere (YES!)

P.S. Justin's- notice, two shout outs in one post. 


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AX Paris studded dress, $16 / Vero Moda short fitted dress, $39 / H&M , $24 / MiH Jeans silk shirt / J.Crew merino cardigan / Dorothy Perkins printed cardigan / Hollister Co. plaid shirt / ONLY cable knit cardigan, $40 / Oasis blue tee, $24 / J.Crew long skirt / Pleated skirt / H&M , $21


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Falke opaque tight / Old Navy / Topshop black nylon stocking, $14 / Rachel Rachel Roy rachel roy / Brown ballet flat / Forever 21 braided bead necklace / Glass bracelet / Blu Bijoux bib necklace / H&M , $6.41 / J.Crew j crew jewelry / ASOS , $9.64 / Necklace, $7.23 / Juicy Couture / Round stud earrings














One of my bulletin boards.
Lovelies, yesterday was my 5th Parent/Teacher conference day! Through the years, I've picked up some things which make this day easier for me, so I thought I'd share them with you...what are some little things which make your Parent/Teacher conference day flow a little easier?

  • Set the room up right. What do I mean by this? Usually you have either one or two parents coming to speak to you. I like to be on the same level as the parents, aka, not behind my desk or standing. So, I set up three desks, in a little circle: we're all on the same level, all there for the same reason. I make sure the desks are easy to get in and out of. I also make sure I can see the clock, as time flies during conferences! 
  • Wear something comfortable. To be honest, I usually wear some iteration of the Back to School night outfit. No low-cut tops, no short skirts, and something to cover yourself up in case you're nervous and sweating! 
  • I have a sign up sheet with all the times parents are coming; so, I start from the top of the list, and on an index card (one card per student), write all the information (as well as the parents' names), grades, any positive things to say, and the time which the parent signed up for. When I do all my index cards, I stack them up by time, so I have all the information about each child in time order of conference! 
  • Don't reveal too much information about yourself. It's absolutely fine for parents to know things like you're engaged (at least I didn't care about this), or big obvious life things...but keep all the nitty gritty details of your life private. Parents of your students are not your friends! They are the parents of your students. I once had a mother, during a conference, say to me, "I know who you're dating." It was awkward and uncalled for (turns out her kids' tutor was the father of a guy I went on one date with, once). Remember, the conference is about their child, not you, not them. 
  • Be kind. Seriously. Don't go into a conference on the defense...parents are there to gain information about their child, in order that you can work together to make their child's year successful and happy. Of course, not all parents are going to be friendly and kind, but do your best to be kind and respectful (no matter what's going through your head!) Remember, if a parent seriously starts a confrontation, you can 100% call in an administrator for help! (I've never had this problem!)