Every time I call my mom these days, she says “Hi, let me put your dad on.” She’s gone in a whisk and a clunk, and I’m on the phone with him. I don’t know if she’s pissed and doesn’t want to talk to me, or if she’s making me
Light Stuff With BlogHer ‘14 looming, I decided to have business cards made up. Minimum order was 100, so damn if I know what I’m going to do with the other 98 of these bastards come next month, but I am enjoying how they turned out: “They’re pretty crass. You
A few weeks ago, I went up take care of my nephew while Middle had her second baby. I haven’t blogged much about it, because it was one of those pregnancies where somebody says early on, “If the baby makes it, there’s a 30% chance of normalcy.” They say it
I’m still doing all those things I’m supposed to be doing, waiting for this sense of OKness to rise up from inside and make me whole. Diet! Exercise! Oil Cleansing Method! They are all prophetic of late. I’ve traded in my dry skin for break-outs, and my weight stays exactly
Got a chance to sit down with my dad over the holiday. As words grow more difficult to pluck out of his brain, he’s becoming a master at charades. It might be sad, except he’s so gleeful to have outwitted dementia, he grins like a kid at summer camp as