Guilt. And other single mother stories. Post 1 of a series.

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Before we dig into this post, I need you to lend me your imagination for a minute (or two, depending on how fast you read).


You’ve accepted a newly invented position in the world of pretend jobs and your title is Chief Word Herder (CWH). It’s your first day and you’re getting settled. Your desk is next to a window overlooking a park, which makes you think of your kids.

“Focus,” you tell yourself. “A job is a good thing because bills and food and new shoes for the kids every four months …”