My self-employed life: Why Minnesotans like me choose freelancing
Twenty minutes of hide-and-seek under the covers of my bed, with my 8-month-old son and my nearly 3-year-old daughter laughing maniacally.
In the last two months, I’ve baked two cakes, a dozen muffins and one batch of brownies. I’ve even rolled out at least 80 Play-Doh “pie crusts” with my industrious daughter, Ruby, who loves to follow “wessipes” and say “check!” after we place each “ingweedient” on the kitchen table, real or not.
For months, Ruby has been impatiently awaiting the season's first Minnesota snowfall. When it finally fell — on a Monday morning — she suited up and my husband pulled her in her hot-pink sled across the street and into the park while I prepared breakfast.