I had a dear friend over last night for a visit. As I was making dinner and looking in the freezer, I made a comment about how much I needed to consolidate and reorganize it (and how much I hated doing it). With two small kids, it’s a near impossibility to have that type of concentrated time. Without missing a beat, Jen deftly pulls stuff out, asks me what’s good and what I want to save and neatly put things back in order making plenty of room. It felt exactly like someone had just washed my feet. Jennifer, you are water that washes over a wound.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
