And the bread. If you’ve read her blog, Breadwinning Mama, you know what I’m talking about. She’s a corporate mom with a teacher husband she bands together with to get things done. Three kids and a puppy thrive in that environment.
Kerry’s posts center on self-care for busy moms, and spotlights working moms in a series called “Her Juggle.”
I don’t remember a thing from my high school commencement speech.
No sprig of advice, hint of knowledge, gem of insight as I embarked on the world with the rest of the class of 1990. (Holy hell that was a long time ago.) I’m pretty sure it wasn’t George H.W. Bush or Shock G from Digital Underground or Melissa Joan Hart.
Kerry Rivera at Breadwinning Mama wrote last week about commencement speeches from middle America. Her post is awesome. It got me thinking. What if they did want middle America? And what if they asked me?
Kerry is middle America. So am I. This is where we end up, between the ivory tower and soup kitchen. We declare our intent to rule the world and we barbecue with family and accept college offers or report to the shop for work the next Monday. Life begins.