Work your magic, magic makers. My girlinas are pretty feral at this point. O didn't want dinner, and Oo thought a bath was a preposterous idea. We did feed and bath them after much debate. They have watched too many shows. They have played outside for hours. We accomplished zero reading goals. Bedtime is around… Continue reading They are feral. I’m so sorry teachers.
It's no secret that I love the fall. I love everything New England provides. Like good New Englanders we start fall early, and we send tiny humans to school in August. We are over achievers. I'm pro the post Labor Day school start. My girlinas do not return until next week. My tiny humans are… Continue reading Back to school, and I have no idea if I served them.
I am looking backwards on a fairly insane 20ish months that I have survived (and even thrived in at times). In the last ten months, I finished grad school, started a new job with a steep learning curve, added a commute, sent the baby to school, survived MRSA, and I have had mountains of personal… Continue reading Put on Your Own Oxygen Mask… Or Whatever They Call It.
This space is under construction. I apologize for the current wonky layout, and coding I haven't learned yet, but it is my messy space, so join it during the transition. It is messy, because once again I found myself here wanting to write about this beautiful insanity I get to love everyday. I wake up… Continue reading I have been thinking a lot about finding the joy….
I love higher ed. I have a ridiculous adoration for the entire industry that taught me most of what I know. Higher ed changed my adult life in every single way. I'm not walking at commencement tomorrow. I obviously have some feels about that, or I would not have returned to this space that I… Continue reading On Not Walking….
I have a lot of feels about completing graduate school. Lots and lots of feels. There are several posts I should write: Was your grad degree worth it? (Yes, absolutely. I use it everyday.) How's your debt? (Way less than a house, more than a Civic... almost manageable.) Would you choose the same path? (No,… Continue reading Finishing Goals: What Completing Ten Years of Work Feels Like
My sweet love, You my dear girl are perfect. (I hope every parent feels this feel.) Everyone adores your company, your smarts, your appropriate sass, and your compassion. You my sweet girl radiate kindness. We don't know the appropriate next steps... we don't know what to do. Academically you are a rockstar, and every project… Continue reading Raise Them, you say…