One fine Freshly Pressed day

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The Monster in Your Closet

When it rains, it pours.

Sometimes terrible circumstances converge, making it hard to keep my head above water.

Other times, the rain is a downpour of a feathers and fairy dust. I’m submerged but breathing, and it all feels glorious. Yesterday was just such a day.

I got to spend time with my baby son.

I’ll return to paying work soon, but for now I am able to set the pace of daily life … with some input from my seven-month-old!

Two weeks ago I only got to spend a few waking minutes with him daily. After watching him crawl around my living room and attempt to eat everything at floor level yesterday,

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