Whenever I hear Rusted Root’s “Send Me On My Way,” I get chills. I know, know in my bones, that this song will be the opening credits when my novel comes to life. I close my eyes and it’s like a movie playing behind my eyes. The same thing happens
A few weeks ago, I brought home a vintage playpen. I thought it would be cute as a photo prop for some shots of Eli for his 2nd birthday, but then I remembered that I have free-range babies who can and will escape all of the things. My hopes were
I was at the grocery store with Ada today, picking up a few things for the week. We were standing in the aisle with all of the cleaning supplies when a girl walked by that caught Ada’s attention. Her hair was dyed black and she had gauged ears with hoops