There are times my job overwhelms me, with the unpredictability, the late-night hours, the early start time, the heavy work load, the constant pulling at me in so many directions I often can't see
Kalisha packs her lunch on Monday evening to take with her on Tuesday when she volunteers in the kindergarten room at Holy Cross Lutheran School.
Last night, my daughter decided to go on a trip down memory lane.
Hi, my name is Nicole, and I’m a pee-pee dancer.
Are you tired of hearing about Kalisha and her work experiences ? You should probably get used to it, becuase I'm pretty sure there will be many more before the summer is over.
Back in the 1970s, when hippies reigned and Marlo Thomas and her friends sang about being "Free to Be You and Me," it was unheard of for a boy to play with a doll (G.I.
Because being a mother means reading some incredibly crappy/interminably long/devilishly irritating kiddie books over, and over and over again, I dreamed up something I call the
Everyone but me flew the coop for Spring Break.
Wednesday was the first day of another job for Kalisha; another day of being excited and nervous and almost giddy. That would apply to Kalisha AND me, except for the giddy part.
When I first got a van, I withered inside and whined.