Why I Took a Fat Dump in a Trash Can at Work
I wasn’t always a stay-at-home parent. Once upon four children ago — well, once upon three and-a-half children ago, pregnancy considered —I got a “real” job. A job for which somebody paid me in U.S. dollars rather than fully-funded trips to Safeway and ill-placed loads of semen. No, I was not a sex worker — at least … Read more