When You’re the Oldest Mom in the Pre-School Drop Off
I’ve got a birthday coming up. The big 3-9. An age that can no longer be classified as “mid-30s,” and is one slippery year away from the once-dreaded 40. Mostly, I’m fine with that. I haven’t worried too much about…
To My Husband – You’re Still Pretty Sexy
Dear Husband, Remember when we were in our 20s, before kids and bills and meetings and obligations? Remember the time before 3am screams about nightmares and toddlers trying to watch you pee? We would take a drive in your jeep…
