I saw a great Facebook post last week pre-chiding folks for the anticipated comments on Thanksgiving Holiday posts ~ you know the ones...crowds of people cheek to cheek stuffing turkey legs down their throats. The point of the post was the point of so many posts this year - our own response to seeing others … Continue reading Drink your milk.
The continuation of https://wordpress.com/post/whichwaysup.blog/1522 This is the second half of a long story. The one that answers, as well as we can, the tough question that comes from my mother periodically - the question we wish we didn't have to answer because it would be so much easier if we had a better answer - … Continue reading How’d I get here? After
This is the long story. The one that answers, as well as we can, the tough question that comes from my mother periodically - the question we wish we didn't have to answer because it would be so much easier if we had a better answer - better than, well, that's a long story. I … Continue reading How’d I get here? Before.
Is it a little weird to know how many people won't even see this first line based on the title alone? Weird? Not really - it's something we're used to. We, being women. Oops. There go the male readers! Stay with me! The thing is, there are so many names I could have put up … Continue reading Kamala, Party of One
As November sat staring me down, my over-achieving brain was starting to zoom in on the upcoming holidays. It's expected - I've learned that once we pass Rich's birthday, at the end of October; and Zack's birthday, at the beginning of November - the logical list to start making is Christmas shopping. I have always … Continue reading Tis but a Flesh Wound
