Coco is her best friend, and she is Coco’s job.
The fancier of my two children in all her fancy glory.
Today my heart comes home to me with all its lanky legs and arms.
Peter Frampton was for Marlo. This… this was for Leta.
The spunk did not fall far from the tree with this one.
Yet another first for my child who is drawn to books and art and writing elaborate fictional stories in a summer replete with physically breaking free.
When someone describes the culture here as “sometimes a little weird” this should help explain that a bit.
The youngest of the Chamberlain children or “Chamberbabes” as their mother likes to say.
No big deal that my friend gives birth to children whose beauty is almost too much to behold.
Here I am talking about farts and I am not happy about it. Not one bit.