For Moms with Tiny Humans

"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 →

They’re My Idiots

I am very fortunate in that my family is very close.  We were each other's first friends...and first enemies.  We have truly seen each other through it all:  the good, the bad, the ugly.  For the record, you don't know ugly until you see the butt-cut I rocked in the early 90s.  Yikes.  We keep... Continue Reading →

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