I’ve put together a playlist for you–for your early mornings, your commute, your bad days. Your good days. Your best days. It’s mostly gospel with a touch of hip-hop. And actually, I can’t take credit for it.
We do two Thanksgiving meals: one around noon with Bryce’s family, and one around 5:00 with my family. This year–for the first time ever–I did not eat dessert at either of them. Why? Because I now have two children, and I don’t know what I’m doing. I felt rushed, a little hot, and distracted. Continue reading “I Was a Camp Counselor. This Should Be Easy.”