Hilary
Hilary was born and raised in New York City. She moved to Connecticut after college to go to graduate school, where she met her husband Dan on their very first day. She now lives in Ridgefield with her husband and their two rugrats, a daughter C (born 2013) and a son L (born 2015). She works from home as an attorney, which would be completely impossible without coffee (for mom) and television (for the rugrats). She spends most of her free time (when there is any!) reading, drawing, and listening to lots of music. You can find her over at https://www.instagram.com/apinchofsaltus/, where she documents the humor of life through all things colorful.
The Guilt of Not Wanting a Third Child
"Are you going to try for a third child?"
My public response: "Well, we're not sure yet."
My inner voice: "Nope."
Why not just be honest? Because...
When an Only Child Raises Siblings: Uncharted Territory
I am an only child raising siblings, and I have no idea what I am doing.
Let’s be honest here. Do you really know what...
The Bitter Truth: We Don’t Have Time for Play Dates
Play Dates.
Two words I have very mixed feelings about.
My older child is introverted like me. She loves school but plays alone much of the...
10 Things I Hate About Myself: Changing Myself for the Sake of My Kids
Let's face it. No one is perfect.
It might look like I have it all together. But really, I don't. I'm a veritable mommy mess,...
Working from Home: A Survival Guide
As a self-proclaimed I-Can-Do-It-All-er, I decided to try my hand at raising my kids full-time, without help, and continue my career at home. Sounds...
True Mom Confessions: I’m a Bad Friend
When I was growing up, my mom didn’t have a lot of girlfriends. She had a best friend who lived far away, but they...
Motherhood vs. Career: Have I Wasted My Potential?
Just the other day, my daughter looked at me from across the kitchen table and said, matter of factly, “Mommy, you never leave the...
The First Year Is Not the Hardest
“The first year is the hardest.”
I sit here writing this post five years into parenting. This is my take. The first year is not...
“I Hate Myself” – Learning from Mistakes
"I hate myself!"
These are the words my seven-year-old daughter cried in despair, throwing her tiny little body onto the couch and burying her head...
My Husband Is Not My Child
My husband and I are, in most ways, polar opposites.
I am organized, with a color-coordinated planner and zero unread emails in my inbox, while...