One of my favorite pieces has been published here.
“The ladder is a little wobbly… Stop being a girl!” I told myself.
Up the last rung and onto the snow-laden roof.
“Yup, that’s ice damage,” I thought to myself.
I took the photos and made my way back to the ledge to descend the ladder. Maneuvering my very pregnant belly around the top handles was a little awkward. And getting my foot on the rung when I couldn’t exactly see my feet…
“This may be dangerous”, I thought.
My husband and I had agreed all along that when it was time to raise children the one with the lower salary would quit his/her job and stay home.