I do not drive a minivan. On some fronts, I am completely shallow (see previous comment), but in other ways my depth can be borderline nauseating (see the life I’ve lived for the past five years mulling over everything from food choices to preschools to raise happy, healthy, grounded, and conscientious daughters). This is my commentary on these extremes, as they relate to me as a woman, wife, and mother, and everything in between. Literally written at a coffeehouse...
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