When Ben was a couple of months old, I went back to work as a waitress. I’d waited tables for years before, so I was eagerly hired at the new pizza place that opened up in town. In a sea of newbies, I was a Master of my Trade. Queen of the Kingdom. The general … Continue reading Sometimes The Best Thing You Can Say About The Day Is, “Hey, At Least I Didn’t Have To Wear The Pizza Suit.”