They are feral. I’m so sorry teachers.

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.

Put on Your Own Oxygen Mask… Or Whatever They Call It.

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.

I have been thinking a lot about finding the joy…. 

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…. 

Finishing Goals: What Completing Ten Years of Work Feels Like

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