Friends and family have been encouraging me to blog for some time now. I've been avoiding it because it seems so indulgent and self-important. But since the journalism market is depressed and work is slow, I think now may be an opportune time.
It's a Thursday night. A typical evening in the Salaff home. Homemade spaghetti sauce is bubbling on the stovetop. Noodles are cooking and waiting to be perfect (al dente). My 4-year-old is performing air drums for an audience of stuffed animals. My 2-month-old sleeps peacefully, thanks to a white noise machine that arrived yesterday.
Just waiting for the husband to come home...
It's a Thursday night. A typical evening in the Salaff home. Homemade spaghetti sauce is bubbling on the stovetop. Noodles are cooking and waiting to be perfect (al dente). My 4-year-old is performing air drums for an audience of stuffed animals. My 2-month-old sleeps peacefully, thanks to a white noise machine that arrived yesterday.
Just waiting for the husband to come home...
