Happiness. It's relative.
The 7:30 a.m. executive meetings killed me. I had two small children and getting them up, dressed, fed, and delivered to day care was a regular Monday morning nightmare. But I’d wanted for years to have the job I had at Milwaukee’s anti-poverty agency.… Continue Reading “99 New: The Good Old Days”
I just can’t do it. I don’t think it’s my place. Dozens of Facebook friends are posting #MeToo in response to the call for women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted to be public about that experience. The idea is to show how… Continue Reading “No Hash-Tagging for Me Today”
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