My grandma thinks I’m mucking around when, at three in the afternoon, I’m still in my pyjamas gobbling up her lemon bars, sipping coffee, and telling her I’ve been working all day and need to take a break. She doesn’t…
Suspend disbelief for a moment and picture yourself “slaving” over your latest dollar per word blog article that was commissioned by some high-paying online publication as you sip on a refreshing mango-rum concoction in…
My first job, fresh out of college, was a preschool teacher. I didn’t last a month. The class started at 7 a.m. and we had to sing the same nursery songs every day and dance the same Barney and Friends choreography.…