You know that thing where you take someone's head off? Like...clean off their shoulders? And you feel completely justified about it too...in that smug defender-of-the-universe and righter-of-wrongs way that feels so deeply satisfying? And then....
Month: March 2017
Bedtime Lessons…For Me.
Last night I went to tuck my son in. Tuck him back in, actually. For the third time. The first goodnight kiss had happened about an hour before. And then...
From Bridge to Bacon…
"Wow! We really screwed things up for ourselves with this whole 'Women's Lib' thing!!" That's what she said. And I took there, slack-jawed in the kitchen, wanting to argue, but not even knowing where to start.
