For the days you get nothing done

For the days you get nothing done

I didn’t get around to the laundry this weekend. The boys’ hamper is overflowing. Literally. There is an assortment of super heroes all gazing up at me forlornly from the bedroom floor. There is an epic battle between the Legos raging on the run down dresser...
The one where I’m a homesick South African

The one where I’m a homesick South African

I’m writing a series this week to fill in some of the gaps in my story that I love the most but have sometimes blogged about the least. So far we’ve covered: The one where I’m a working mom. The one where a blogger gets stage fright. Today is about...
For the ordinary days

For the ordinary days

I’m sitting at the kitchen table and there are 14 years worth of scratches and markers and crayons lived into these planks. There’s an empty teacup and the smell of dirty baby diaper in the air. Boys will be back soon from the skate park with their dad and I haven’t...