girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.

Category: working girl

  • I was out at a customer visit this week, the first time in a long time. It’s still awkward, I’m rusty at my in person communication, especially with new clients. Of course some new clients are also rusty with their manners, but that’s another story. But my selling muscles will return, and now that demand…

  • Some days, you wonder if being a working mom has cost your kids something. Some days you wonder if it’s cost YOU something. Some days you wonder if not joining the clubs, not doing the sports, if skipping the extra classes and early music/art/language classes has cost your child something or will put them behind.…

  • Halloween 2020 is testing the creative powers of parents across the country. Tonight I’m thinking about my greatest parenting triumph when at seven o’clock on a work night we made a Batman costume from household items (including a tarp, duct tape, construction paper and shoelaces) in ten minutes so Viv could go to the elementary…

  • I had a blind spot. I wear a mask all day at work, we require our customers to do so too, and we control the entry to the store to keep capacity low. We only see my mom outdoors, and with masks on. We’ve cancelled every trip, even Elkhart Lake because the hotel didn’t have…

  • I went out beyond my house yesterday for the first time in many weeks. My exciting adventures out into the world have never before had such a modest destination. How did it feel? What thrilling things did I experience? First, I have forgotten how to drive. And Brown Deer Road is still uuuuuuugly. When the…

  • (Delivery truck and crew by Viv, circa 2018) Pro Tip: when supporting small and mid-sized businesses, keep to the services and products they have OFFERED. Don’t ask for more. Don’t ask for an exception. Don’t ask for shit Karen.  The phased back to work plan can work, but only if we observe all the safety…

  • This has been one of the hardest weeks of my life. We say that and then something worse happens. I began this blog because of 9/11.  This is worse. Worse personally because I have more to lose. Professionally because I have more responsibility. Emotionally because I also lost a friend to fucking murder last week.…

  • Mama, making pancakes: “Viv, is it one egg or two? I can never remember” Viv: “One. It’s one egg.” Charlie, running past at top speed, naked:  “Or TWO, maybe TWO!”

  • It's been a tough week. After yet another well-meaning person displayed lack of insight on the subject of Kavanaugh's impending appointment to the Supreme Court, I'm exhausted. Three times I said "or, it could just be enough that he assaulted someone". Three times, and still the return comment was "yeah, but also he's a drunk,…

  • Each article, each radio interview, every profile featuring women running for office, women winning elections, women leading boards, and women leadership in general right now is stoking my rage. Why? Because the popular angle is “women are good for business”, “women do things differently so they are better” and all that lean in crap. Even…