I've been in a bit of a writing funk lately. The thing is, unlike most writing funks, I know exactly why I can't produce. Some members of my husband's family are currently dealing with some pretty scary shit, which is drudging up a lot of painful memories of my own. This is as far as I …
Yesterday was a very bad day at work. So bad in fact, that when I got home I ate a piece of cheese. A big piece. With a big glass of wine. Okay, a bottle of wine. My stomach is in knots today: the combination is playing hell on my normally dairy-free stomach. I’ve had …
My stomach is tied in knots. My vision is blurred. I feel like my heart is going to beat right out of my chest. What is ailing me, you ask? Am I in love? I can’t sleep. Let me rephrase that…. I haven’t slept in almost four years. I toss and turn to fall asleep, …
The title is misleading. I don’t cook with my kids, per se. Most of the time, I am actually screaming at them to “get out of my kitchen”. Hold up… Before you go handing me the ‘Bad Mom’ award for withholding perfect life lessons in the kitchen… I have tried. My 17-year old is brilliant, …
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