On the desire I have to get back to why I started “living online” in the first place: writing for the love of it, writing when the story inside is begging to be told.
Whenever my mother talks about how tenacious Marlo can be I say, “That apple didn’t fall far from her grandmother.”
Grandparents are the absolute worst, I tell you. Awful people, that lot.
So this is happening. Again.
Here’s a dimple to distract you from the a terrifying display of climate change.
Marlo calls her “my friend Lily who is very tall.”
Oh really? A mommyblog? Is that what this is?
On the occasion of her eleventh birthday.
Milli Vanilli had it all wrong. Blame it on Mercury.
A mini-McKenzie for all the Boones who dare read this website.