Kathryn Mayer • Writing Out Loud
I write stuff down. writer • humorist • activist
Took 5 teenage girls (because I am that cool), one miserable 11-year-old boy and one bald rather attractive husband (because I am that stupid) shopping because I am looking for the Mom-of-the-Year medal and didn’t want to sit through the Bieber movie. Actually, after days of listening to: “The NEW FOREVER 21 STORE OPENED AND IT HAS TWO FLOORS AND EVERYONE IS GOING AND PLEASE-PLEASE-PLEASE DON’T MAKE US WAIT ‘TIL
Cover Letters Not Included I want to implore all potential job seekers: STOP WRITING BORING COVER LETTERS. Whether you are a high-level, high-heeled, high-earning Manolo Blahnik wearing executive, or a mom like me returning to work part-time to buy soccer cleats – you must, and I mean must, stop writing cover letters, emails, querys so unbelievably last century. They just make you sound, well, like everybody else. And when everybody
Okay so apparently crazy birthday hell extended throughout the weekend. And past Monday. And into Tuesday because really, I’m still recovering. Or suffering. Same thing. Should have figured as much, as Halloween will suck the life out of a normal mom with one kid, an OCD husband, housecleaner, full case of wine, health benefits, and car that starts on first go. So Boy’s actual birthday was cake, and too his
Ready to return to work yet? Okay, school’s in full swing, open houses just about done, flu shots received, and first bouts of strep and pink eye dealt with. Now what? Honestly, there’s only so much Facebook stalking a mom can do in one day. I’m all about the kids, and firmly believe a parent needs to be accessible 24/7. But as their needs change, so can your availability. And
Wanna play a game? Okay, you’re at bookclub or sitting on the soccer sidelines or waiting at the bus stop. Ask your mom-friends who they used to be before kids. And be prepared to be wowed. A pathologist. Photographer. Outward bound leader. Psych Nurse. Chef. IT professor. Nanny. Pharmacist. Sports trainer. Novelist. Bartender. HR specialist. Ophthalmologist. Horse trainer. Financial consultant. Editor. Rabbi. Peace corp volunteer. Construction buyer. Para-legal. Really. These
I’ve been working full time trying to find work. Small jobs trickle in, but this month — and last — not so much. It’s ten years post IR, Internet Revolution, with four kids, a dog and a day off from school. Oh, and the economy’s tanking and no one’s hiring and if they are, they’re not sure they can pay you – ever. Freelancers like me spend more time soliciting work, than actually
I thought I got a small gig recently, especially when I said I’d do all their local charity stuff pro bono. We clicked, she liked me, I liked her. All was good in the world. But then this smart, smart woman asked me a grand slam question: “Who wouldn’t I work for? What’s off limits?” I immediately replied, “No one. Nope, can’t think of anyone I wouldn’t work for. Nothing
An irreverent storyteller with a foul mouth and big heart, Kathryn Mayer (aka Kathy and/or Kate) is a writer, humorist, and (former) activist writing out loud with humor and grace about little life moments with big ripples, including the space between parenting and aging parents, social issues, angsty reflections of midlife, and, sigh, gun humpers. Still. Sometimes a big deal, sometimes not Mayer is a national award-winning columnist, according to the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, and her essays have been recognized as Voice of … Read More Here...
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xo Kate