Sunday sundries
If you’ve been living under a rock, or following the Mayan calendar instead of the regular calendar, it’s November. And this year, because I’m INSANE, …
If you’ve been living under a rock, or following the Mayan calendar instead of the regular calendar, it’s November. And this year, because I’m INSANE, …
It’s no secret I love words, people. I love words the way some love music or paintings or photography or Ring Dings. Words are the …
Sometimes things happen to me and then something like this happens in my head: “I should blog this.” “Oh my god, Miranda! No! This is …
At this point with Joshua, he was totally off the boob. He’d decided he couldn’t be bothered to drink from the tap because he didn’t …
The Universe is a crotchety little turd sometimes, y’all. See, I thought I had a good baby in Emma. A baby who sleeps. Anyhwere! Anytime! …