My self-employed life: Why Minnesotans like me choose freelancing
The first thing I did when I woke up this morning?
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.