My kids insist I’m a dinosaur. When they were four years old, I cheerfully went along with it. Now that they’re twenty, it’s not so cute. They tease me that they can make me a grandparent whenever they feel like…
Author, Writer, Book Doula
Author, Writer, Book Doula
My kids insist I’m a dinosaur. When they were four years old, I cheerfully went along with it. Now that they’re twenty, it’s not so cute. They tease me that they can make me a grandparent whenever they feel like…
It’s weird how none of my kids have ever liked to be touched on their head. They didn’t grow hair until they were one and are quite possessive with it. When my daughters had enough hair to scrape together into…
There are very good reasons why I am anti-pet these days. I suppose I am actually anti-cage. If I have a bird, I want it to grow feathers and fly free. If I have hens, they get to roam with…
I have a smart-aleck car. It’s bad enough I have a smart phone that tries to out-think me. Which it occasionally does. But my ridiculous car just made a fool out of me. How do you take revenge on an…