A Good Weekend

When you have littles, “the weekend” takes on a completely different meaning. Back in my single days (or dating days), “the weekend” meant a break from work, the option to sleep in, meeting up with friends, mimosa brunches, paddling on the river, bike rides, snowshoeing, whatever the season offered. It was dreamy. Weekends ruled. Weekends…Read more »

The Hard Days

It’s been a minute since I’ve written anything. [Insert standard excuse about BUSYNESS, or the bit about how after a long day of working / parenting /etc., I don’t seem to have two thoughts to rub together.] But today I have to share. Mostly for my own selfish needs. And because it helps me remember.…Read more »