I'm Not Your Superwoman
Yes, I know. . . it has been a while since I've updated this blog. It has also been a while since the end of summer vacation. Coincidence? I think not. :-) Given that my last blog was sort of one long rant (and also my most viewed post by far. . . go figure), I planned on writing something a bit more sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows this time about my new job and how it's going. However, a conversation that I've been having with a young working mom this afternoon and evening has prompted me to save that topic for another day. Let me clarify something right off the bat: what I am about to write has absolutely NOTHING to do with my own husband. The fact that I am sitting at Panera Bread and writing is due to his encouraging me to go chill for a while after I dropped off a preview copy of my book to a local bookstore. . . hoping to consign and do a book signing there, but that's also another story for another day. Everything I'm about to say here, he and I