You will find most of my recent essays on Lisen’s “Blog” (in quotations because I am not a blogger, but an essayist trapped in a blogging world). Here are few you may find interesting:
It’s 7:30 on a Thursday evening, and 10 moms are gathered at Kriste Michelini’s interior design studio in Danville, drinking wine and eating off a veggie platter artfully arranged by Michelini. This isn’t a book group or PTA fundraiser. These mothers are busy trying to help Bridget Scott finalize the details of her business plan. She’s preparing to open her own chiropractic office, a lifelong dream, but is still determining the best way to incorporate the hours while placing family first. Scott wants to work while her children are in school and is confident she can find clients who will fit her schedule. But issues around finalizing a name and staff management are what she needs advice on. The other women, all business owners themselves, readily offer it. [...]
My neighbor, Steve Jobs, has been in the news lately. The talk of the town is the recent announcement he will be stepping aside to let other seeds grow at Apple. The business press, the general press, the blogosphere, and just about everybody else has waxed poetic about the “greatest CEO of all time” saying that this “boy wonder” has shaped the very nature of our lives with his genius.
It’s all true, but here in Palo Alto, Steve Jobs isn’t just an icon, he’s also the guy who lives down the street. [...]
Nearly 24 years ago, I married my college sweetheart. I didn’t realize then that the thing I loved most about Bill, his entrepreneurial spirit, would be an ongoing source of both tremendous excitement and deep anxiety. It took the Great Recession for me to understand that while all good plans and dreams can be altered by forces far greater than our singular selves, it is what we do in these times of disruption that marks who we are. My husband? During the months he was between jobs, I discovered this: he likes to clean out the garage. [...]
True Confessions 1: I spent two weeks in Florence and did not visit the Uffizi, passed by the Duomo once or twice, and did all I could to avoid the Ponte Vecchio [...]
The V Club
by Lisen Stromberg
Picture this: legs spread, sweat dripping, hours into the labor of my third child, I grab my husband’s collar and between contractions that are coming far faster than the anesthesiologist, I tell him in no uncertain terms that he is “getting a #@$%&*!!! vasectomy. [...]
Real Men Get Vasectomies
By Lisen Stromberg
I’ve got a theory; it goes like this.[...]
She is four and fearless. She is four and focused. She is four and all she wants from Santa Claus is to be beautiful.
My son is a cross dresser. Most mornings he gets up, puts on a hand-me-down dress stolen from his sister, wraps an old white pillowcase around his head with a ribbon (his “long blond hair”) and prances around singing, “The hills are alive with the sound of music.” My son is three and a half years old. [...]