When he’s gone, I can hear myself think, and there’s some scary #$)@ in there

About Jeannine Bergers Everett

Writer, musician and Red Sox fan. Escaped prisoner of corporate life finding new my new purpose mid life, starting with happily blogging essays and poetry at Mobyjoecafe and Momaiku. Known for humorous but philosophical take on parenting and life's other absurdities. Lover of french food and african dance. Just finished first novel and hoping for the best.

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