by Jessica Scott | May 26, 2012 | mommy fail, Uncategorized, working mom
You know, before I was a parent, I used to judge other parents horribly. A tantrum in the middle of the grocery store? Why didn’t you give her a nap before you went? Feeding a piece of candy? Oh the horror of the toxic food coloring. And oh how I judged. Then, I...
by Jessica Scott | Apr 12, 2012 | moms at war, Rants, Uncategorized, women at war, working mom
Sometimes the most eloquent thing I can say about a subject is “I call bullshit”. Look, I work. I’m a mom. One of my best friends in the entire world is a stay at home mom. And you know what that makes us? Both moms. We respect each other’s choices. I will never, ever...
by Jessica Scott | Feb 16, 2012 | Rants, Uncategorized, women at war, working mom
I’ve become somewhat of an accidental feminist lately. I’ve struggled mightily with my religion’s stance on birth control and finally accepted that, well, I’m just a bad catholic. I always figure I’m about one step away from excommunication anyway, so there’s that,...
by Jessica Scott | Jan 12, 2012 | army officers, Iraq, leadership, military mom, moms at war, redeployment, Uncategorized, women at war, working mom, Writing
I wrote a piece for the New York Times At War blog through Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America. I hope you’ll swing over and check it out. http://atwar.blogs.nytimes.com/author/jessica-scott/
by Jessica Scott | Jan 8, 2012 | army mom, gadgets, mommy fail, techo-files, Uncategorized, working mom
I have somewhat of a problem in my house. While I’ll freely admit to having too any animals (really, I think we’re borderline qualifying for an episode of animal hoarders but if you repeat that, I’ll deny it), I will not allow that there does...
by Jessica Scott | Dec 5, 2011 | army mom, empowering parents, military mom, mommy fail, Rants, Uncategorized, working mom
A couple of nights ago, I had a conversation with my 7 year old daughter. Now, it’s not like the conversation is the thing to remark on. We talk all the time. Most of the time, it’s about why her clothes are in the middle of the floor or…kidding. My...