Picture of some random drinks

My husband slips into this bro-speak. I know who he’s talking to just by what he says on the phone. “What’s up, man?” “Yeah, that’s hardcore, man.” Those are probably my verbal markers for him but I’m sure most guys have them. Unfortunately, I’ve adopted mom-speak where I can’t help but talk like I’m absolutely,Continue reading

I’m a “working” mom

Picture of my work desk

Behold, a “working mom’s” work desk. Notice the 4 hour old coffee that sits off in the dark depth corner of her desk, forgotten and surely as cold as the showers she takes in the mornings to waker herself up. It’s her, what she likes to call it, nectar of life. Just beyond the (perhapsContinue reading