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A Think at Home Mom

A Think at Home Mom. Mundane housework provides the perfect opportunity to ponder. Heres what I think about while ironing. Thursday, May 16, 2013. Breadth vs. Depth. And Time. Im back. Its been more than a year, but weve finally found enough of a rhythm with the two kidlets that I can think occasionally. And this is one thing I thought about. In terms of influence, it is easy to dismiss a mother who is not currently living a very public life as having a limited sphere of action. A CEO affects a lot.
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A Think at Home Mom. Mundane housework provides the perfect opportunity to ponder. Heres what I think about while ironing. Thursday, May 16, 2013. Breadth vs. Depth. And Time. Im back. Its been more than a year, but weve finally found enough of a rhythm with the two kidlets that I can think occasionally. And this is one thing I thought about. In terms of influence, it is easy to dismiss a mother who is not currently living a very public life as having a limited sphere of action. A CEO affects a lot.

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