My email archives have become the journal I've never found  the discipline to keep. According to my emails, I ordered the book The Price of Motherhood on February 15,  2001 and finished it on February 28. No small feat while caring for a 4-month  old full-time. On February 28, I sent a stream of emails at times that  correspond to my daughter's naptimes.  
                
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                  From: Kristin  Maschka 
                    Sent: Wednesday, February 28,  2001 12:46 PM 
                    To: Everyone I Know 
                    Subject: Must-Read Book! 
                       
                    Hello all! 
                  I've just  finished reading a new book that should be required reading for all mothers! I  can't recommend it highly enough! 
                  It's  called....The Price of Motherhood: Why The Most Important Job in the World is  Still the Least Valued by Ann Crittenden 
                  It just  came out this month, and it is amazing. Buy it, read it, lend it to a friend,  discuss it. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did! 
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                Those emails captured the moment my baby and a book  reawakened the activist in me and connected me with other mothers on a path I  never imagined. 
                Growing up, I was the sister who wasn't sure I ever wanted  kids, didn't like to play with dolls and never babysat anyone. I was a bookworm  and a jock. I spent much of my young life fighting for the chance to play ball  and for equity for female athletes. But after college, I was a rebel without a  cause for ten years as I got married, got a job, and got a house. A baby seemed  to be the logical next step, and life with my husband had warmed me considerably  to the idea of a family. 
                Our daughter was born in October 2000, just a few short  months before the release of The Price of  Motherhood. I have equally vivid memories of rocking our baby in the  moonlight at 3 a.m. when she sleepily but truly smiled at me for the first time  and of standing in my kitchen reading the LA Times review of The Price of Motherhood and immediately  ordering my copy from Amazon.com. 
                Motherhood had made a mess of me. My chest felt tight all  the time and I didn't know why. I was mad, sad, lonely and felt guilty for all  those feelings. Ann's book helped me begin to sort through it all. I'd left a  fast paced job to take care of Kate at home while my husband started logging  the insane hours of a new associate at his law firm. Ann explained just how  much I'd given up financially and why I now felt so vulnerable and powerless in  what had been a marriage of equals. My husband and I had known intuitively that  it didn't pay for me to work, but Ann described the income tax policies that  made it that way. 
                People were treating me differently, like I'd been demoted  even though caring for an infant was the hardest work I'd ever done. Ann explained  how the idea of the unproductive housewife was born, how the work of mothers  became invisible, and the true economic value of that work. I was angry at my  husband for not being able to change his work situation, and Ann explained how  intractable workplaces are. I felt trapped and angry at myself for not being  able to figure out a better way for me and for our family. Ann made it clear how  limited the options are and how mother's "choices" are "made in  a world that women never made, according to rules they didn't write."  
                That tightness in my chest was familiar after all: I sensed  injustice. Ann's book gave me the words and the concepts to talk about and  tackle it. So I read furiously during nap time and at night and as soon as I  finished I wanted to get to work. At home with an infant, emailing everyone I  knew was the most I could really do. 
                Two leaders within Mothers & More, an organization I  joined when Kate was born, received one of my exuberant emails. Judy Stadtman Tucker,  founder and editor of MMO, and Debra Levy were already in contact with Ann.  Within days, Debra Levy replied. 
                
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                  From: Debra  Levy 
                    Sent: Wednesday, February 28, 2001 9:02 PM 
                    To: Kristin Maschka 
                    Subject: Re: The Price of Motherhood 
                       
                    Hi, Kristin: 
                       
                    Did you get a telepathic message from us or what?  
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                I was quickly and willingly swept into the work of Mothers  & More. I joined the newly formed email discussion group, the POWER Loop,  where I, along with mothers across the country, poured our stories into email  and connected them to the things we read, and where a few months later we  hosted Ann Crittenden as a guest "speaker." I joined conference calls  where interruptions from demanding toddlers were the norm. I discovered that there  were other mothers inspired by The Price  of Motherhood in the same way, women who believed that motherhood could be  different, better, fairer and weren't afraid to rock some boats to get there.  
                In June, Debra forwarded me an email from Ann herself looking  for a mother to feature in a New York Times article. I sent my story back to  Ann and soon we were trading emails about good hiking and hotels in Pasadena so she could  come to interview me. 
                On a very hot August afternoon, the baby and the book came  together. Ann arrived at my home and with Kate playing on the floor between us,  we talked. Then we dropped Kate off with grandpa and went out for dinner and  margaritas. I sat in a booth across from Ann as she signed my copy, "For  Kristin: The reader I imagined when I was writing this book." Everywhere  she went, Ann was meeting the readers she had imagined. 
                The article Ann was working on was never published. 9/11  happened. Just one month after that tragedy, and mere days after my daughter's  first birthday, I got on an airplane to Chicago  anyway. Ann was the keynote for the national Mothers & More conference  where I met Judy Stadtman Tucker, Joanne Brundage, Executive Director of  Mothers & More, and Joan Williams, author of Unbending Gender. Judy and I led workshops where moms sat alongside  Ann and Joan and talked about what mothers need. 
                My first year of motherhood began, ended and was shaped by The Price of Motherhood. As a result, I  am a rebel with a cause again. The kid who wasn't going to have kids became an  advocate for mothers. After my interview with Ann that hot August night, I  emailed my mom and dad, with an energy I hadn't felt in years and I signed it: 
                
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                  Love, 
                  Your  rabblerousing daughter 
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                I went on to serve as President of Mothers & More for  four years and continue to write and speak on these issues. My story is just  one of many mothers who have found inspiration and been awakened to actions big  and small by The Price of Motherhood.Five years later, the path I took is  full of moms, and full of new books, articles, and websites. For me, it all  started with my baby -- and one book.                  
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