Dear Pippa, Today you are 11 months… This marks the last month I get to attach a “month” to your age when people ask me how old you are. (Yes, I’m tearing up as I type this.) This month has … Continue reading
Dear Pippa, As I sit here writing this to you, you are frantically reaching for the world’s tiniest crumb on your play mat, with the hopes that your newly acquired dexterous skills will allow you to put said crumb in … Continue reading
Life is funny. One minute you’re knee deep in your PhD, trying to solve the world’s problems and dreaming about life in academia, and the next minute you’re knee deep in mud, trying to chase after that two year old … Continue reading
