I’m a ’70s mom, and my daughter is a ’90s mom. I know a lot of women my age who are real computer freaks.
I wasn’t always a writer. When I went to college and majored in fine arts, I was a painter. Then I was a stay-at-home mom.
My very sassy, older southern sister is very quick to point out that it’s a luxury that my daughter gets to come to work with me. She does, and I have lunch with her every single day. My mom says I have ‘high class problems.’
Married and divorced, three beautiful daughters, two in college. The other one is 16, lives with her mom. I’m 46, I’ve worked for the Post Office for 18 years, seven facilities in three states.