I used to be more paranoid and stressed, constantly worrying about my Plan B. But the truth is I don't have one.

It is technically a failure when you don't try.

I've learned that every working mom is a superwoman.

Tall, sandy blonde, with sort of blue eyes, skinny in places, fat in others. An average gal.

It's an interesting thing to be in your forties and evaluate success and take ownership of some disasters and some pain and try to forgive a little bit - yourself and others.

And I haven't read a lot of blogs but if someone writes about what they care about I'm sure it's interesting.

And also I think particularly as a female, you're taught to be defensive your whole life. You're taught not to be aggressive.