My husband is not an idiot. I feel like I should mention that before I tell you what happened on Tuesday. Because on Tuesday, our car died. Not dramatically. No smoke. No explosion. Just a noise like someone had dropped a fork into a washing machine. Ben was driving. He called a tow truck. Called…
Schools send important emails at 8:47 p.m. on Sundays. SPIRIT WEEK!!! Three exclamation marks. That’s how you know you’re fucked. Monday: Pajama Day. Tuesday: Crazy Hair Day. Thursday: Favourite Animal Day. Friday: Team Colours. Nora, who was supposed to be asleep, appeared in the hallway. “I’m going to be a narwhal.” Ben looked up. “How…
It’s 6:10 on Saturday morning. I’m writing this in the downstairs bathroom with the fan on, because the fan makes it sound like I’m doing something nobody should interrupt. Nobody has interrupted yet. This is the longest I’ve been alone behind a closed door since June. First week. Nothing happened. By the end of this…
I have sat across a boardroom table from a man who called me “sweetheart” twice, and I made him pay for both in the contract. I have fired people I liked. I kept a department alive through two restructures and a CFO who thought Excel was a personality. I had my daughter at thirty-nine, which…