(Author note: this is about pee.) As I came back from my weekend retreat, an inner peace surrounded me. It may have been the luck involved in being dropped at the right gate at DFW that stirred such a feeling, or it could have been the soul-reviving weekend itself. I was flying high, ready to get home and resume my life, albeit with a different outlook. As I boarded the airplane, I stood in line and watched as a mother said goodbye to her Navy cadet son and his female friend. She had the same tone...
What do you do when you’ve been busting your ass for a year, working and studying, running your children to 1,000 appointments, keeping your animals (including The Husband) healthy and happy? You get the hell out of Dodge! For approximately 72 hours, I will be on vacation in Texas. I won’t be seeing my inlaws, I won’t be meeting clients, I won’t be doing anything but relaxing, if I can remember how to do that. I am taking the time to care for myself. I am enabling The Husband...
