With every job, you will have packing peanuts. This profound statement came to me as I was unpacking shipment one day at my most recent and favorite job of all time. For the last decade I have been employed in what Sarah always called “my mom’s favorite little French shoppe”. It is located in a…
Since I am on a kick of revisiting my babysitting efforts over the years, I have to share my post-raking leaves stints of watching children for parents who were out on the town. The first family I babysat for lived across the street, right next door to Miss C’Zelma. I was probably about thirteen at…
During the same few years that Russ and I were renting a small house, figuring out how to be parents and realizing that child care beyond our own child was not in the cards for me, I found another way to bring in income. Of course I did. How I managed to find the job…