(For my approximately eight other readers who didn’t see this in the November issue of Gold River Messenger, here ya go.) Halloween has come and gone, which means that Thanksgiving and Christmas and Hanukkah, et al., are on their way, which means we have to do our regular everyday stuff, on top of all...
Have you ever wondered what would happen if you held your breath under water for five full minutes while juggling petrified dinosaur droppings? You’d die. That’s what would happen. What a stupid question — I can’t believe you asked me that. Anyway, that’s not why I called you here today. This meeting’s agenda is...
I wrote a post about the struggles of motherhood, those moments when the work becomes too much and we’ve got nothing left and we just want to quit the whole damn gig. Those moments when we’re really, really not “grateful” for motherhood. And in response, a woman wrote this (more or less): “A year...