Category Archives: real life
Today, while writing report after report and written notice after written notice and listening to the speech pathologist play games and have fun conversations with kiddos all day, I began to question my career choice. My office is a little … Continue reading
Being puked on by your child without even remotely considering setting the sad creature down is, I think, the final frontier to adulthood. We’re all grown up now.
This is a public service announcement particularly for my friends who are girls. If you get queasy about that sort of thing, maybe reading this post isn’t for you. I know I’ve had conversations with some of you about hating … Continue reading
When I realized that I was about to turn 25, I freaked out a tiny bit. TWENTY-FIVE. My idea of age mecca when I was in grade school. A full quarter of a century, and half-way through my twenties. The … Continue reading