~As a working mother high heels don't really fit into my life anymore - but in a totally wonderful way. I would much rather think about my son than myself.~

I'm not on Twitter. In theory, I really like Instagram. I think it's a warmer environment. I think, though conversations can erupt that aren't always friendly, you have an opportunity to jump in and redirect and even caution people against language and behavior that I personally object to.

The great challenge for me is to be all things to all people; I want to be a great mother, and I want to feel good when I'm at work.

My son doesn't know how flawed I am, how flawed we are. He still likes us so much, and that's so incredible to be around.

After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breath and reboot.

You can’t stop being who you are because you’re afraid.

There are occasions that I love to be fashionable and enjoy, you know? But the work day of a mother doesn't include a hair making team or any consideration of your shoe.