She forgot one con: they never learn how to fix Mama a hot dog.
Nearing the maximum of my cellular data plan and one very good reason to buy a bigger one.
You told me when she was a baby to hold on to every minute, and now I can’t keep them from falling through my hands.
Giving credit where credit is due: Ranger Hamilton, you win.
I may have the diet of a human who did not brush her teeth, but we, young ladies, we will brush our teeth.
Weathering a heat wave with the help of my family and that which turns Marlo into a Golden Retriever.
Everyone who knew me in high school is thinking, “If only your kids could have seen you THEN.”
Struggling with change and a sadness that would inform anything I tried to write at this time.
Yes, the post eventually addresses its own title, but you’ll have to wade through some cultural observations first.
She was once a little glowworm and now she can perform a wedgie dance.