a sunny afternoon in the city cottage - ella fitzgerald crooning over the speaker while I unload groceries and intermittently hack away at the key board answering emails, ice clanking against the sides of a glass of iced tea which sits perspiring on the c
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
