The Bloody Truth

The Bloody Truth

Since I was about five, I’ve been prone to hives. Since high school, I’ve been prone to tearing out my eyelashes (but not eating them, though I’ve heard that’s a thing). And since becoming a mom nearly thirty years ago, I’ve been prone to breaking out in little red...
I hope the house didn’t forget to floss

I hope the house didn’t forget to floss

Our sweet little bungalow had its photos taken on Friday and I can only hope it remembered to brush and floss. We’ve done everything else. We’ve painted, depersonalized, and filled the place with flowers. We cleared off the countertops, hid the work shoes...
In other news

In other news

As you may recall, this happened in February. Upon our return from Florida, where that happened and where we also bought this, we decided to host a celebration in June with family and friends and then crossed our fingers folks would be able to come because, you know,...
Inflexibility. It’s a flaw.

Inflexibility. It’s a flaw.

When you’re so busy being flexible, do you ever think, “For Pete’s sake, just do it my way already!”? I do. It’s a flaw. I find it raises its ugly head when I’m confronted with certain situations that make me recall certain...