Anxiety. It’s been a long journey. And we’re not at anywhere resembling a final destination. But we’re not where we started. We’ve been through a few stations, got stuck in a few tunnels, visited the buffet car, and seen some views. When my son was 3-years old he found conversations with relatives unnerving. When he … Continue reading Not the Final Destination, but We’re Getting There.
I don’t know how the baristas make their coffee. There are scales and brushes and a flick of the wrist that I’ve witnessed, but more than that… I couldn’t tell you. I know there’s training and skill involved. I know just standing behind the counter in stylish clothes wouldn’t make me a barista. Which makes … Continue reading Trained Barista, untrained Parent?
We were doing ok, my two sons, my husband and I. We had our share of sibling arguments, the universal family struggles of getting the kids out of the door on time, with teeth brushed, coats on, water bottles and everything. No huge issues. But SURELY family life could be better than mildly (or hugely) … Continue reading Don’t Call me Shirley