incorrigible Peeping Tom

I am not shy about admitting that I am an incorrigible Peeping Tom. I have never passed an unshaded window without looking in, have never closed my ears to a conversation that was none of my business. I can justify or even dignify this by protesting that in my trade I must know about people,... Continue Reading →

Woman of leisure

If I were returning to work, this would be my last week of maternity leave. Monday I would be at work: waking up at six something, dropping the kids off at daycare at seven something, then rushing home at five something to start dinner and spend a few precious hours with my kids. I would... Continue Reading →

time out

In the spirit of honesty, I'll shoot it to you straight. I was unsure if I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. There, I said it. I know, I'm a terrible person. Whatever. But I have been working for a very long time and I get a sense of accomplishment and identity out of it.... Continue Reading →


There are plenty of moments here that are frenzied. Like when both the kids are crying - tired and hungry and I'm the only one around. I can only be one place at a time and it isn't enough to take care of everything. It's enough to make a person go insane, I swear. But... Continue Reading →

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