When quality “me” time goes horribly wrong at the hands of religious children’s songs.
I’ve put on my running shoes again and am promising not to regale you with tales of inevitable injuries.
When I get called into the principal’s office for this I will become yet another cautionary tale.
I found my tribe this year, and if I accomplished nothing else that one thing makes this year one of the most tremendous periods of my life.
The second installment of a new tradition: snapshots of Utah every month for a year.
My favorite songs of the very limited collection of new music I got to discover this year.
Just because she can’t balance anything on her head doesn’t mean she’s completely useless.
This season has not been kind to my child in terms of illness, but she has so much content to pull from for her eventual award-winning collection of poetry.
Before you judge me, remember that the other one I raised was deconstructing Shakespeare at her age and negotiating peace treaties between warring nations.
No, Paleolithic humans did not drink lattes, and they were grumpy and aggressive as shit.