A Break. It does…

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…I’m not going to finish that headline. But I will tell you I’ve recently had three trips away. And I’m diggity-dogged happy to be home.

My sis and I visited our mom up in Sebastopol for her 70th bday. We buried ourselves in cedar, and did as we pleased. I got a nice family-full.

Then I flew to Austin to represent the Fernandez-ez at a good friend’s wedding. There I was surrounded by people who’ve loved us long time. I thought of the early days of R and I, and got my friend-full.

Then, the “break” of a modern parent’s dreams: a 3-day conference in one city followed by a day-long client workshop in another! Yeah. Dreamy. But I had my own hotel room. A chance to see my dad and stepmom. (Pack it in, baby.) But most importantly: a few days to think big, meet people, and pass out in neutral-town when done.

Then, best of all, home! And my guy and babies! Blessed be. That’s what I’m talking about. Gorgeous moments when I’m just holding them, and I’m so happy I could cry. They missed me, and I can’t get enough of them.

So I’m home, and happy, and ready to hang for the summer and beyond. You know what they say about breaks.

XOXO,

Margot

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Margot

I wrote my first novel "Richland" in cafés in San Francisco’s Mission District, after working during the day as a producer at design firms. I graduated with honors from U.C. Berkeley, with a degree in Political Science, and lived in San Francisco for more than 14 years. The siren song of the East Bay lured us after our son Alejandro was born. We're now adjusting to life in the weirdly idyllic neighborhood of Rockridge, Oakland.
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