So here we are on the sidelines, conscientiously in our masks, watching in disbelief as the gyre widens and unnamable things slouch their way along.
Break out the confetti! Our fuzzy girl is 10 years old today.
Yesterday I popped into a local semi-fancy ladies’ shop in
hopes of finding something on their sale rack, the only way I would ever buy
I wonder if today’s childhood is sometimes too quiet.