The sheer necessity of mommy time-out notwithstanding, it takes considerably more intestinal fortitude to walk away from your sweet darlings and board a plane for three days for the first time, than to say “fuck” in a bar during a three hour break from your kids. I practically mewed in sorrow when my kittens […]

Today I leave on my first solo journey, longer than 48 hours, since having Chloe almost two years ago. I’m going to Atlanta to visit a friend, and probably have drinks with She Who is Obsessed with Park Rangers and other fancy blogging babies. Sigh. Alone time with girlfriends, and dancing and fun and […]