I could have watched a movie on this flight but instead I had a few hours alone to write and it feels so amazing that I feel like I’m flying. OH WAIT.
I now have figurines to help facilitate the lessons I will teach my children about certain online behavior.
I hope she’s learning to tie knots, build a shelter, start a fire and how to make mama a hot dog.
How you can use your name to bring light to and change the lives of those who are in most need of it.
Those of you with fair-skinned children are similarly dreading a certain aspect of the upcoming season and mumbling along with me, “This year I will try to remain calm.”
You might as well just insert a picture of Kanye’s face here to sum up this section of the story of my daughter’s eyesight.
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.