Category Archive: Florida

Books. But also, spilt milk

Where to even begin? Let’s start with all the books. All of them. Because that’s what I’ve been doing since I last posted. Reading and reading and reading. In between books, somehow my… Continue reading

Long weekend: All The Books Ever

A long weekend approaches and I mentally rub my hands together, laugh maniacally and then twirl my mustache. All while standing over the straights and curves of a train track, while a pile… Continue reading

Dancing with chaos: An Ode to Mom

There is always things to discuss when it’s Mother’s Day. Moms, obviously. Things that kids do that stress Moms out like a mother-fucker. Cursing. Stress. Wine (because let’s be realistic). It’s quite like… Continue reading

Ghost baby: or how I am not the Boss

I slowly and extremely carefully walked upstairs, hesitating on the landing before the last few steps. I shuddered at the thought of what I’d see there. I knew it was there. I could… Continue reading

Hump Day

It’s another Wednesday in Florida… Which is pretty much just a regular Wednesday, just with extra sun and humidity. And I confess, I only got through this day with two simple things egging… Continue reading

Tyger

Tiger tiger, burning bright In my closet while I write. Will I share you with the world Or keep you hidden from its might? In closets deep and skies so fair I catch… Continue reading

How my life is like a sunbeam: Deliver Me Applause.

You know that applause? You can deliver it right over here. Mostly because I am still alive after an enormous parenting fail. One so huge that my husband had to actually point it… Continue reading

Pinterest: A Cautionary Tale

Pinterest is a land full of things that I mostly never make. But I like to look at. I think of it sort of like a china cabinet, full of curios. Things people… Continue reading

Wherein I fixate on something ridiculous…

Sometimes I can be an extremist. Sort of. Ok, just about the ridiculous. I’m pretty laid-back about politics, the news, excessive use of ‘adorbs’. But get me started on girl shit? Queue picture… Continue reading

The Event.

So a few weeks ago, there was An Event. In my house. On my stairs. Sounds dramatic, right? Well, it was. I almost DIED. (This may be a slight exaggeration) After one of… Continue reading

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