When I pick my girls up from preschool, I try to remember that as far as brain input goes, a day at preschool for a three-year-old must feel for them the way a day for an adult spent giving a big important speech to your boss, then taking a super important exam, then eating... Continue Reading →
Somebody That I Used to Know: Mortified and Heavyweight
When you think about past versions of yourself, it’s tricky, right? Once you start down that road, it’s hard to separate the real from the imagined, a true nemesis from someone who just had her own shit going on and maybe deserves a break, your unforgivable screw-ups that really hurt someone else from the inevitable... Continue Reading →