the messy reality of the working mom
My reality is working through swimming lessons since I can’t join him, anyway. It’s eating in a hurry so we can get to bed on time; doing laundry at 4 am because we ran out of socks.
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the grilled cheese sandwich that broke me
Throwing food is therapeutic. Cleaning up the melty cheese is not.
my quiet corner
Tucked neatly into the deepest corner of my home, next to a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the intersection below, there is a little brown desk that’s all mine. To you, perhaps it doesn’t look like much: an antique armchair, a floor lamp, a decorative box, photo frame and a cup full of pens and one… Continue reading my quiet corner
Somebody pinch me…
At 10:25 pm on Wednesday night, I was sitting in the back of a cab on Gardiner Highway contemplating the outrageous amount of traffic clogging road between me and my hotel room’s bed. After a 17 hour day, I really just wanted to go to sleep. I was tired. My colleagues had poked fun at… Continue reading Somebody pinch me…
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