The spring morning is crisp with blue skies and cotton-candy fall-like clouds. The early day sun, almost a tad too
So often I find myself seething in anger and frustration. My kids drive me insane so much of the time.
I should know by now, especially with my horrific memory AND even more horrific writers block, that when I get
My oldest son always loved his Dad. From the time he was a tiny little guy, his internal digital clock
My children. They are spoiled. This is something I’m keenly aware of. It’s also something that, no matter how hard
I spritzed my neck and wrists with the sweet smelling perfume, Paris. My favorite. I hurriedly applied my lipstick. Planted
I wish I was the type of writer who gained inspiration by something as simple as a tendril of hair
You are amazing. All of you. The support. The emails. The virtual hugs. The tweets. I’m so lucky to have