Hilary
Hilary was born and raised in New York City. She moved to Connecticut after college to go to graduate school, where she met her husband Dan on their very first day. She now lives in Ridgefield with her husband and their two rugrats, a daughter C (born 2013) and a son L (born 2015). She works from home as an attorney, which would be completely impossible without coffee (for mom) and television (for the rugrats). She spends most of her free time (when there is any!) reading, drawing, and listening to lots of music. You can find her over at https://www.instagram.com/apinchofsaltus/, where she documents the humor of life through all things colorful.
10 Things I Hate About Myself: Changing Myself for the Sake of My Kids
Let's face it. No one is perfect.
It might look like I have it all together. But really, I don't. I'm a veritable mommy mess, and now the world knows. I didn't wash the dishes...
Working from Home: A Survival Guide
As a self-proclaimed I-Can-Do-It-All-er, I decided to try my hand at raising my kids full-time, without help, and continue my career at home. Sounds peachy, right?
{Insert eye roll here}
I’m four years into this WAHM...
I May Stay at Home, But I am NOT a Housewife
Perhaps you have a similar story to mine, but I am not a housewife.
I grew up in a stereotypical old-fashioned household. My dad brought home the bacon, and my mom cooked it.
Beyond bringing home...
True Mom Confessions: I’m a Bad Friend
When I was growing up, my mom didn’t have a lot of girlfriends. She had a best friend who lived far away, but they talked and wrote letters. She was friendly with some of...
Motherhood vs. Career: Have I Wasted My Potential?
Just the other day, my daughter looked at me from across the kitchen table and said, matter of factly, “Mommy, you never leave the house for work.”
I answered as best as I could.
“No, no,...
The First Year Is Not the Hardest
“The first year is the hardest.”
I sit here writing this post five years into parenting. This is my take. The first year is not the hardest. Not even a little. It’s the easiest, by...
“I Hate Myself” – Learning from Mistakes
"I hate myself!"
These are the words my seven-year-old daughter cried in despair, throwing her tiny little body onto the couch and burying her head into a pillow.
We had been on a scooter ride with...
My Husband Is Not My Child
My husband and I are, in most ways, polar opposites.
I am organized, with a color-coordinated planner and zero unread emails in my inbox, while he writes down only work items that cannot be neglected...
I Love My Kids…But I Am Not a Kid Person
I have been cooped up with my family non-stop for the past three-plus months.
We love each other; really, we do. But I am craving some normalcy. I need some space from my husband, and...
Why Not? {Adopting a Pet During Quarantine}
We are animal people.
Both my husband and I grew up with pets, and we knew that we’d raise our kids the same way.
However, with two small kids and demanding jobs, we never seemed to...