When I started blogging as a hobby, I went in with very few expectations. However, I knew I craved a creative outlet, and the social…
Morning is here faster than a Chinese bullet train. You don’t remember how long you slept or if you even slept at all. And baby…
My living room frequently looks as if the Wizard of Oz tornado took a wrong turn down Sesame Street. And much like the Wicked Witch…
I could never be the main female character in a 17th-century romance novel because a farmhand of my estate would find my lifeless body out…
If I slept in a coffin, deep scratch marks would be on the inside when the sun’s rays reached the dark recesses of my cozy…
Motherhood can feel like wearing a stiletto on one foot and a riding boot on the other as you run errands amidst the wildebeest stampede…
A menagerie of Barbies that weren’t mine towered behind me as I stood awkwardly in my Girl Scout uniform. For some unknown reason, one of…
