A Bitterness of My Own Brewing: Is My Life Passing Me By?
I'm sitting here in my local coffee shop with my 14-year-old, and I'm on the verge of tears. Not happy, not sad. They are tears of yearning. I want to do so much in my life, yet here I sit: a mother, a chauffeur, a wife, a bill-payer, a cheerleader, a dog walker, a whip-cracker, a caretaker, just to name a few. While I wouldn't trade those things for anything, I feel a pull to run as far as I can. Read more >