If I could start over, I would have had that 2nd cup of coffee at 2 p.m. when I went to pick up the dog from puppy daycare. If I could be guaranteed a caffeine boost at 4 p.m. when the kids came home then maybe, just maybe, I'd have the energy to make dinner.… Continue reading Crisis in Identity- Guilt
Month: March 2022
The Move
*This is fiction. I never thought I'd leave. I was so attached to that house, that city, those streets. It was our dream; it was our acre of land to raise our two kids. But Bob was gone before we'd been there 2 years. So much time ahead of me, so few months of us… Continue reading The Move