Hello Meltingpot Readers,
I don’t know if you all know that I’m on the tenure track here at Temple University, which means there are a lot of hoops I have to jump through in the next two years in order to keep my job. I also, as you know, have three fantastic children, a husband who is trying to finish his PhD and an old house that loves to fall apart at the most inopportune times. I love my life, really I do, but last week I developed this mysterious rash on my back and last night when I should have been working on my new book proposal but was really surfing the web, I stumbled upon a book trailer for a new book called Maxed Out: Working Mothers on the Brink. Check it out:
Dear readers, does this sound familiar to any of you? Do you think Ms. Meltingpot is Maxed Out? I must get my hands on this book. And in the meantime, to try to heal my mysterious rash and to try to eliminate some of my stress, I will only be posting on the Meltingpot once a week. I considered giving it up completely, but I just can’t seem to stay quiet with all of my meltingpot finds and ideas. And I really enjoy the thoughtful comments and opinions you all share with me. So, Maxed Out or not, I’m not leaving the Meltingpot, just dialing back a little bit before I break down on my way to Target to buy diapers. Thanks for understanding.
Peace!
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4 responses to “Is Ms. Meltingpot “Maxed Out?””
I can completely understand that sometimes it feels like there are just not enough hours in the day to do the things that need to be done. That being said, I will certainly miss the triweekly entries of this wonderful blog. You bring so many interesting topics for discussion. I have mentioned this blog to many of my friends and shared some of the links you posted. I am a faithful follower of only two blogs; the other one being family related. I will still be checking in here to see what delectable topics you are treating us to. Good luck with all of your projects and come back soon.
Thanks, Cyretha!
Take a breather but don’t give up this blog! I love reading it.
Marisa, you made my day. Thank you. And I’m breathing.