Written by Kara Anderson of Quill and Camera
I was laid off from my job as a newspaper editor the day I turned nine months pregnant with my first child.
I remember trying to carry my box of desk-junk and pilfered Swingline stapler out to my car. What the heck am I going to do now, I wondered.
Months before, I had worked out a sweet deal with my boss for a 12-week maternity leave, followed by working from home, then going back just a day or two a week.
But our company was purchased and I was let go, told I was welcome to submit a resume again after my baby was born.
(I like to think that that’s why I took the stapler.)
I freaked out a little, but when my son was born I realized just how lucky I was. I had an opportunity to reinvent myself.
I started to consider freelancing. I applied a few places and got some writing work.
I’ve been working in some form or fashion ever since (taking a short break when my daughter was born three years later).
Freelance writing was a great fit for a mom of littles. I would get a job, followed by a month or so of silence. Just when I was convinced my phone would never ring again, I’d get another assignment.
It was very manageable. Until last year.