Just quit my easy office job to look after the two tiddlers full-time. Starring the Big One (B1), 3 years of age, and the Small One (S1), 10 months.
Started writing in stolen moments here and there and now can’t stop. Musings on the day-to-day humdrum, with occasional nods to my personal quest for eudaimonia (because I love the word and loved Classical philosophy, when I had the time). Usually typed with an illicit hand hidden under the dining table as my kids eat.
N.B I am most definitely non-discriminatory. Subject matter will extend to all in equal measure, regardless of background, race, religion, intelligence etc.