Here's a post I wrote roughly a year ago but never published... an update to come soon:
I'm 41 and working from my bedroom...
The steady stream of stories trumpeting the alarming news that women 'drop out' of the workforce... that mothers pay a career penalty, whereas fathers are rewarded... that being low down the totem pole (or indeed entirely off it!) is a sign of career failure... usually gives me pause each working day.
I often feel envious of my colleagues broadcasting from state of the art studios in London or New York (or even New Delhi!) , sipping coffee with coworkers, in the loop, on the cutting edge.
Meanwhile, I'm a one-woman-operation... setting up stories myself; hunting down the most mundane telephone numbers. There's no office to lean on, no coworkers to ask for help or to comisserate with if things are not going well. Often, my kids find me just as I'm on an important call. Once, while interviewing a politician, my daughter came to my desk, pulled up her dress, and peed next to my feet.
