The 12 Days of Christmas for MOMS

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Alone time to read a f***ing book. On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Two gin and tonics and alone time to read a f***ing book. On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me: […]

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Breaking in to find myself

Christmas had arrived quiet and gray in 1987.  The grandfather clock chimed a reminder that lunchtime was near.  My mother cooked the turkey in a pillow case, hoping it would taste as good as it smelled, for once.  It didn’t. “But what are you going to do with a Bachelor of Music.  What will you […]

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