I rarely take taxis anymore, but when I do I get extremely nauseous. The minute I enter, maybe even before my feet hit the floor, the bile rises to my throat before I can ask, "can you please roll my window down back here?" Why do all taxis smell the same? It's not an altogether terrible …
Planting Ourselves in New Containers
I have this plant in our kitchen that has not been re-planted in about 10 years. It's moved to different homes with us and yet, remained stagnant. No room to grow. Paused. Not dead, but not growing. I mean, how many analogies can I use in this post? I always meant to get a new container …
Giant Backpacks on Little Bodies – Preschool Begins
ALL I DO IS CRY. I'm really really good at crying. I cry like it's my freaking job. We had preschool orientation last night. Because my husband was there, I held it together as we entered the room after weeks of prepping our kids for "school". While my girl has been really excited about making …
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