The last of my dad’s died…The last of my dad’s died…
Yesterday was the memorial, and I am sitting here pretending that I am going to get back to normal by working. Instead, I am staring at a computer and shoveling
Yesterday was the memorial, and I am sitting here pretending that I am going to get back to normal by working. Instead, I am staring at a computer and shoveling
I’m a throw-up my emotions kinda gal. When someone asks me how I am doing, you will get the whole package. I suppose writing this book is about finding balance
It can be hard to open up about things, especially to the world. Writing a book about stuff I have been making jokes about for so many years is a
Some birth stories are beautiful, and some are crazy and ridiculous. I submit to you the latter. Some of us have struggled with physical, emotional, and psychological abuses that bleed