I guess it’s just one of those days when I am destined to feel guilty—guilty that I have to go to Boston for work tomorrow (even though it is for just one night); guilty that I can’t bring my daughter to her dance dress-rehearsal because of my trip to Boston; and now guilty that I …
(Ok, it's not really a book. It's a blog. Better yet, it's my words of wisdom for my children for when they are older.)
a Book for My Daughter 