Iceberg

I feel like an iceberg. Not because I’m cold, remote, or danger-prone, but because people only see about 10% of me. Icebergs barely pop their tops above the water-line. They look small, cute, and manageable. But people miss the 90% lying just below the waterline. For me, this is especially true at work. I am…

One Month In…

I’m certain that my brain is more wrinkled than it was a month ago. Today I celebrate my One-Month-a-Versary at my new job. I worked in Neuro rehabilitation for six years. I had a rhythm, a routine. In short, I was a rock-u-pational therapist. But now with the kids, and especially with the babies, everything…

Hurry Up and Wait

I’m in the airport right now. I checked in online, went through security, had my prized, homemade “Kelly Jelly” confiscated due to being over 3 ounces,¬†(Alas! Alack!) bought some Starbucks, and arrived at my gate. And now I wait. (At least I’m traveling with my laptop this time. This is a first for me and…