If the title of this post sounds familiar, it’s because two weeks ago, I posted about a related topic, in which I admitted to my younger sister that I had glossed over the pain of being a mom and wanted to make sure she understood how difficult it can be, if that level of
Tag: miserable
My sister is in town from Chicago this week, for a last visit to Connecticut before moving to California to take a tenure-track assistant professor position. She is dissertating (is that a verb?) this summer to get her Ph.D. in political science. She is 29, and I am 34. At 29, I was getting married
