The Truth About Working Mothers I Hesitated To Admit
Going to work made me a better mom — whether society approved or not

Work made me a better mother, though no one wanted to hear it. “Don’t you miss them terribly?” The question came from a colleague at a business lunch, her voice thick with judgment. I should have lied, should have manufactured the expected tears of maternal separation. A better mother would have, wouldn’t she? Instead, I …

Professional Time-Wasters: Fake Interest in a Suit and Tie
What I learned after sitting through one too many pointless pitches

Some meetings exist only to prove they happened. I recognized the exact moment my meeting with the company’s chief technology officer shifted from possibility to performance. His eyes glazed over at my proposal like I’d just started reading him the tax code. His thumb flicked up lazily on his phone. A barely contained sigh. A …

Code, Curses, and the Beautiful Rage of Programming
Code, Curses, and the Beautiful Rage of Programming

Programming is an act of control — until it isn’t. The computer was supposed to be on my side. That was the agreement. I typed commands, and it obeyed. Simple. But like most relationships built on blind obedience, this one was destined for trouble. We’d been dancing this dance for years — me believing I …

My Childhood Trauma Gets Me Great Performance Reviews
They call it leadership, I call it survival

My technical architecture diagrams mirror my childhood drawings — everything in its box, every connection mapped, no surprises allowed. In design reviews, I track micro-expressions like I once tracked my father’s moods. The senior developer’s slight hesitation becomes a red flag. The product manager’s tightened jaw signals incoming conflict. My colleagues praise my foresight. My …

The Smartest Woman in the Room Is Always Psychic
Stop calling my hard-won expertise “women’s intuition”

“Amazing women’s intuition at work here. I love how you just sense these things.” My jaw clenches before I can stop it. I grip my presentation clicker tighter, forcing a polite smile. “Actually, it’s called predictive modeling.” The words come out too sharp, or maybe just sharp enough. I click to the next slide, but …

I Stopped Being Every Woman’s Mentor — And Helped More Women
How breaking a gender obligation led to better support for everyone

Sarah cornered me in the break room, coffee in hand, desperation in her eyes. “Just five minutes?” I already knew where this was going. Another mentoring request. Another coffee chat. Another hour I didn’t have. For years, I had been the go-to person for every woman struggling with workplace politics, impostor syndrome, and career roadblocks. …