Tales of an Outsider
Nobody wants to hang out with the person going through a divorce. Feeling like an outsider at work, and the exhausting math of having nothing relatable to share.
Eeyore Quit Calling Me…
There is nothing less worthy of dedicating my morning commute to than bitching about first world problems. I must have the face of a therapist because I seem to attract people with problems. Which isn’t usually an issue until I get the happy sucked out of my morning commute by an Eeyore who calls me just to complain incessantly about some garbage that really isn’t that much of an issue.
In search of the thirtysomething mom
I know I cannot be the only thirtysomething mom with children in middle school. Right? I feel like I am hunting for a mythical creature. I can't be the only thirtysomething with kids.
