Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
I am doing the thing adults don’t do. At least, the thing working-age, bill-paying adults don’t do in American society. I’m taking a month off. A sabbatical, if you will. I keep waiting for someone to scream, “Spoiled! Slacker! Must be nice!” at me. So far, no one has, at least not where I can […]
I was born into a gig and I have to get away from it. And by “gig”, I mean “life defining label”. I need to stop being the mayor’s daughter already. People I met as an adult – sur-PRISE! People I grew up with – how weird is it that not everybody in my little […]