Adventures in Imperfection

Playing for the Guys Next to You

4:50 a.m. – the alarm rings its tune from the kitchen counter. No need to have set it (and checked twice)–I was awake at 4:00. Time to make sausage links. Knowing that other moms and dads were in their kitchens at the butt-crack of dawn made me smile. Understanding the reason why we were doing… Continue reading Playing for the Guys Next to You