I am former Los Angeles entertainment lawyer and producer who got all hormonal, had two kids and reemerged from the fog only to find myself a conflicted forty-something Atlanta stay-at-home mom. Follow me on my journey to claw my way back up the corporate ladder…or at least learn to bake a decent loaf of bread.

I live on the wrong side of the tracks in the swank Buckhead neighborhood of Atlanta, Georgia with my husband Ad Man, our two daughters Biggie (9) and Smalls (7), and Birdie, our sweet-‘n-sassy shelter puppy with the freckled belly and piranha teeth. Hell if I know what’s next!

“When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap.” – Cynthia Heimel