"My son spit on me today." This is a text message I received from my best friend followed by "I want to stab him in the face with a fork." Meanwhile, I was reading a book on my couch wearing whitestrips and a charcoal peel-off mask. Talk about a Freaky Friday dynamic. I don't know... Continue Reading →
Forge On
The Oscars have come and gone and it's March. How can this be? I walked into the grocery the other day and St. Paddy's day everything is ready for purchase! I am sure that's exactly how Saint Patrick wanted to be remembered every year. He wanted the masses to drink until they couldn't speak and... Continue Reading →