When I was 20 and my Mom was 38, my Mom decided that after twenty years of being what used to be called a housewife, she was tired. She went out and got a full time job and declared that Friday nights were hers. That on Friday night she was not cooking, cleaning or doing …
I have tip-toed around this topic before, never really wanting to say what I felt for fear that I might be “blacklisted” as a blogger. Yet the truth is the longer I don’t say just what I feel and I keep stuffing it down, the more it keeps oozing up like my muffin-top when I …
As much as I love writing and blogging, it seems this week I have to ramp it up on my day job. Considering that is the work that helps keep the lights on, I really can’t complain. I mean I could complain but what good would it do? Not much and all it would do …