Tonight I feel stretched thin as elastic. I’ve taken to counting the Wednesdays left in the term. I’m wondering if I’ll make it. This morning started scattered and early. Rushing in circles trying not forget anything. Dropping the eldest off at jazz practice and heading towards the road construction only Full Article
Metaphor for my life …
My life is a broken IKEA chair. That’s what I thought as I looked at the pieces of the kitchen chair strewn across the floor. My daughter, in a rush, had grabbed her backpack off the chair and topple the chair. And I thought, Why am I still using IKEA Full Article