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Thoughts from a Sometimes Working Mother

My eyes are bleary from a day of working at a computer screen and from the commute home on darkened Los Angeles streets jammed with red lights. I left the office where I’m working on Hollywood Blvd., smack dab in the bustle of helpless, hopeful, searching, desperate souls, and 30 minutes later, I’m driving down our quiet tree-lined street in West Los Angeles where the three most important souls in my life anxiously await my return. It’s only like 10 miles at best but my worlds exist on diametrically opposite ends of the life spectrum. When I pull up at...