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Tracy Beckerman is Lost in Suburbia and trying to hold onto just a little bit of her former, COOL, pre-mom self!
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Nationally syndicated columnist and author Tracy Beckerman is \x34Lost in Suburbia\x34 ­ managing the chaos with a healthy dose of humor. Her next book, a \x34momoir,\x34 will be published in spring 2013. She contributes to many online mom sites, ...
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Nationally syndicated columnist and author Tracy Beckerman is \x34Lost in Suburbia\x34 ­ managing the chaos with a healthy dose of humor. Her next book, a \x34momoir,\x34 will be published in spring 2013. She contributes to many online mom sites, including www.todaysmama.com, www.rolemommy.com and www.newjerseymomsblog.com and is an official blogger for Lifetime Television's hit show, \x34The Balancing Act.\x34 She also does stand-up comedy and has appeared at venues including The Comic Strip Live in NYC and The Erma Bombeck Workshop in Dayton, Ohio. Before she became a columnist, Beckerman was a writer and producer in the television industry for 10 years, managing the advertising & promotion department at WCBS-TV New York. Tracy is married to a very understanding guy. They have two children and live in New Jersey where she writes, does battle with woodchucks and avoids, at all costs, driving a minivan.
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(Jennifer M. is the latest winner of the Lost in Suburbia Stories campaign. She will receive a free copy of my book, “Lost in Suburbia: A Momoir,” and a gift basket from CVS ExtraCare Pharmacy and Health Rewards valued at $100! To share your story, click here!)

coffee-cupTo hear me tell it, my son is a math genius and my daughter is an artistic prodigy.



How did my elementary school-age children get so amazingly brilliant? By draining me of every useful brain cell. Really, I’m pretty sure I have two brain cells left to rub together, and they’re only serviceable for making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and cleaning mystery drips off the floor before my dog licks them.

In my Life B.C. (a.k.a. life before children) I’d like to think I could put together the occasional rational thought. I had topics of conversation delved from time to think and reflect – opinions on politics, dissections of popular movies I’d seen, first-hand perspectives on new trendy restaurants.

Now, just making a pot of coffee in the morning is a feat of mental gymnastics. I mean, how can I be expected to remember the order of filter, coffee grounds, water, “on” button when I’m also combing beautifully-curly-but-forever-knotted-hair, quibbling over available breakfast choices and begging my children to put their shoes on (and on the correct feet!) for school? I need a cup of coffee to manage this information and yet I can’t seem to make that magical brown sustenance appear. Drip, damn you, drip!

My only hope is to teach my brilliant offspring how to make coffee and hope they’ll take mercy on their poor, batty mother.

I thought once both my children were in public school (take that preschool tuition!) five days a week, I would have many glorious hours to sit down at my laptop and really get to work. Write the great American novel! Write personal essays that stir the soul! Delve into meaty journalistic assignments that would put to shame the soft features I wrote while my kids were younger!

And yet when faced with a blank screen and a blinking cursor… nothing. The dirty dishes call out from the sink. The stack of school forms that still need to be completed teeter next to my computer. The emails from busy PTA moms looking for more volunteers blare in my inbox.

My “Words with Friends” games aren’t going to play themselves!



How am I supposed to tune out this static? No really. I’m asking for a friend.

Life P.C. (a.k.a. life post-children) is one where I wonder what I did with all that time Life B.C. Why did I not write the great American novel when I had the time to stay up late and sleep in? When weekends weren’t laden with soccer games and children’s birthday parties? How and why did I waste my precious relative youth?

These questions are too much for me to process. I might need another cup of coffee.

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