I’ve tried the blogging thing before, but I’ve never quite been able to put my finger on what it was all about. What I was all about, really.

On the one hand, I’m as type A and obnoxious as they come. I loved the prestige and the money and the intellectual stimulation that came with being a big firm lawyer and feel weird thinking those days are behind me forever. I’m a dour feminist on my best days and I think it’s enormously important for women to work and take pride in their professional accomplishments.

But I also can’t deny that I’m a homebody who is often happiest puttering around in the kitchen and putting on dinner parties. Rather, I used to do those things before I went and had three kids in four years. Now I try to get fancy with homemade mac and cheese and my children shun me for the effort. As much as I need to work and write and read and be left severely (severely) alone, I have created this little life in the suburbs, chose to have lots of kids, threw away my legal career and I just did it because I want more time at home.

And so, feminesting is born. It’s meant to be a place where I can chatter away, probably mostly to myself, without getting all bogged down about the inconsistencies and inconvenient complexities of my life.