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Working from hell (home)

Working from hell (home)

Working from home is pretty goddam sweet. Especially when dressed in bedtime casual, lounged out, taking a conference call. But when the first heat wave strikes, working in an at-home sweatshop becomes a very specific sort of hell. The kind where you roam from coffee shop to cafe, weighted down by laptop, hunting free wifi, cool air and minimally-priced coffee; a refugee without a...

Home for the holidays – what I lea...

Home for the holidays – what I learned this year…

Spending nearly two weeks with two different families for two holidays (Christmas and New Year’s) is like getting lost in the engine room of a submarine – it’s hot, complicated and there is no way to escape. But then, after you have given up hope, the sun appears from above the surface and fresh oxygen rushes back into your lungs. As a general rule, I deconstruct my...

Home is where the husband is

Home is where the husband is

I’ve been away from home for almost 3 weeks. The first half of the trip was a delightful (heavenly, relaxing, much-needed) vacation with Jim. The second half of the trip brought us to my hometown of Plymouth, New Hampshire. My mom had knee replacement surgery and we were there to help out. Jim had to leave after a few days to go back to work, but I stayed to play amateur physical...