Happy Birthday, Old Woman

I’m another year older today, and I think I’ve officially hit the age where a birthday is less exciting than it is panic- inducing. Sometimes it’s hard to be a grown up. Being a grown up was also certainly easier when I wasn’t getting so darn close to thirty. Sort of. I look back on…

Mooperoni

I’m trying to polish off the last few tasks that were lurking when I came back to work from having a carpal tunnel release surgery a few weeks ago. It’s rainy and bleak outside for the seventeenth time this week, so scoring grade seven essays fit the mood. The school year is punctuated by all…