My darling 13 month old child, the finicky one, the one who only truly likes noodles and fruit, the one who turns up her nose at milk for heaven’s sake…that one. Yesterday, I turned in the kitchen to find her squatting down, furtively shoving Crisco into her mouth. Crisco.
Well, here I am again
Thinking about how I really should write more. I’ve been just cruising along, perusing my reader for months, every day thinking, “man, I could post about that!” and “wow, what a cool story to tell!” The problem, I think, is that I have those thoughts when I’m a) too sleepy, b) at school, c) annoyed [...]
