Professional boundaries
Had one of those conversations at work yesterday that stays with you long after it’s over. Alex and I finally addressed the elephant in t...
The Hartwells
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Had one of those conversations at work yesterday that stays with you long after it’s over. Alex and I finally addressed the elephant in t...
Found my anniversary planning notebook today while cleaning out my bag. Three pages of lists, backup plans for the backup plans, and deta...
I came out of the kitchen to find Jake in the middle of what can only be described as a magical explosion. Cards everywhere. Complete loo...
The coffee maker died this morning. Not sputtering, not weak, completely dead at 6am when I desperately needed caffeine before my anatomy...
Jake got his first iPhone last week. Today he discovered AirDrop. I’ve received seventeen photos in the past hour including: his coffee m...
The doorbell rang at 2pm. Three times. Which should have been my first clue that today was about to get weird.
There’s something about sitting on the floor that makes everything feel more real. Not the couch, not the desk chair, just me, the hardwo...
Jake’s heating crisis flowchart just fell out of my anatomy textbook. Complete with arrows, backup plans, and a note that says “Elena’s c...
Jake decided to surprise me with breakfast this morning. Sweet gesture, questionable execution. I woke up to the sound of our smoke alarm...
Michelle showed up at 8am sharp with her canvas tote and a mission. “We’re getting you real ingredients,” she announced, like my regular ...