A public apology to my siblings who will flash an evil, knowing grin when they read this.
Her DNA is kicking in, and we’re watching it happen from day to day.
This should replace that inspirational poster of that pathetic kitten.
I will forgive them for not making me a hot dog.
A recap of the weekend I spent with my daughter who called sleeping in a tent “cozy.” WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
Time softens the heart of even the toughest older sisters.
Still not as alluring as the glamour of an older sister.
God help us all when our periods sync up.
I don’t know how her teachers kept a straight face.
I cooked and they ate and a swarm of pigs flew over the house.