AsI am trying to get a minute to myself, I see my three-year-old daughter’sfingers wiggling under the bathroom door. I burry my head in my hands, tryingto decide whether to cry or laugh. Thelack of alone time gets to me sometimes. Iam nothing like the parent I thought I would be. The truth is, I wasn’t even sure…
I had a feeling this year would be different. There were some years in the past when Iwasn’t looking forward to the New Year celebration and felt somewhat of nostalgiawhen the end of the year was nearing. This year was different though. I felt as if my life was about to change…not in a crazy, dramatic way,but in a slow, organic way…
This whole idea of a blog started brewing in my head many months ago but it took a trip to Miami, Florida to visit my dear friend of 15 years to finally move forward with it. During our catching up, we realized how much we have grown since we met and how the things that used to interest us are irrelevant now. We talked about our views on relationships, friendships…
