So all this talk about watching what you ask for and putting my wish out there has me thinking I really need to stop saying
I don’t want to get old
So all this talk about watching what you ask for and putting my wish out there has me thinking I really need to stop saying
I don’t want to get old
A month ago, I lost my job, quite unceremoniously.
Conversely, when I got the job, 20 years ago, it was quite spectacular. (Several months prior, I had to sleep with someone to ensure I would get it. Don’t tell my mom.)
The first day of work there was blood, sweat and tears.
My youngest graduated high school on Friday alongside her cousin, my wonderful beautiful niece, in an epic Shakespearean rainstorm perfect for the weight of dramatic change it represents for us.