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Mother to three children (four if you count my husband). I wage a daily battle against feet on furniture, wrinkles, dust, a lack of personal time, the ever widening chasm between now and “when I used to work,” and the constant arrows that having a special needs child shoots directly into one’s heart. So far the dust and wrinkles are winning, but only because even the best of multitaskers have their limits.
“A reluctant lemming” who clings to the ledge while others leap into the future ahead of me, I chose June of 2008 to risk the unknown and start my own blog, The Big Piece of Cake. I also write about home decor for Style Key West and will be producing a Listen to Your Mother show in DC, Mothers Day weekend, 2012.
You can e-mail me at bigpieceofcake@gmail.com and follow me on Twitter: @BigPieceofCake.
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Mother to three children (four if you count my husband), keeper of a moderately sane house, admirer of beautiful interiors and fashion that becomes more and more "young" for me, textile junkie and believer in the power of wishing really, really hard. I wage a daily battle against feet on furniture, "outside voices" inside, the ever widening chasm between now and "when I used to work," wrinkles, a lack of personal time, dust and the constant arrows that having a special needs child shoots directly into one's heart. So far dust and wrinkles are winning, but only because even the best of multitaskers have their limits.