In which I whine about the weather.
In which I consider how to help as it's needed and not just what I want to do
In which I dazzle you with my wisdom — Or lack thereof,
In which I gross everyone out with my stitches.
Dear Monday, Once a week is way too often. ∫0
In which I extoll the virtues of Luminette SAD glasses for winter depression
In which I call on the fierce power of love and decency to change the world and announce my alignment with the forces of good.
In which I admit that my second child didn't get to be the prince my first did.
In which I join my voice with the thousands of others who have been sexually harassed in the workplace.
In which the mother admits to being a delinquent library groupie.