Overwhelm was hard to cop to. I wanted to say, "I've got it," and be believed. Trusted. I didn't want to admit that I was unhappy. That I felt mismanaged and that I was in turn, mismanaging. That I …

Overwhelm was hard to cop to. I wanted to say, "I've got it," and be believed. Trusted. I didn't want to admit that I was unhappy. That I felt mismanaged and that I was in turn, mismanaging. That I …
I've been a mother of many home educated children, an entrepreneur with multiple hustles simultaneously running, and an employee with an omnipresent side dream. All of these incarnations came with …
Macaroni stuck to construction paper. The minty taste of glue paste. Rows of crayons with perfectly smooth conical tips and that that little flat end on the tippy top. Those were some of my first …
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Heading out my front door as a child I had great choices. I could turn towards the right through the yard and maze of rose bushes, to the tree house, back fields, or tiger lilies. If I went straight …