I need my Mom to stop trying to feed my husband. Bad enough she’s (largely) responsible for my lifelong body…
I’m in the process of once again revamping this website. It’s something we’ve been paying for, but not really using…
Write like no one is reading.Because, really, no one is reading. I hate my depression.I hate that no matter how…
Because, really, no one is reading. Recently a wise person told me it was time to tell my own story.…
I found this online and modified it for my own particular needs. Feel free to adapt as needed. It’s best…
August 9-11, 2009, Girl Scouts Trip. This tree was 3,000 years old. I cried.
May 2018
It was totally haunted, too.
This is very much a competition between my brother and me to see who can get all 50 states first.…
May 26, 2008 and March 2013