Your world doesn’t have to be big and scary.
The Hands You Hold.
Your world doesn’t have to be big and scary.
I blog like I live…disjointed and off-kilter.
Your world doesn’t have to be big and scary.
Childhood was blissful…except for the parts with other people.
What used to be important, and what is now, feel worlds apart.
Missouri is open, kind of, but my feelings about being out there are still pretty closed.
Whether she’s Little Debbie or you’re Big Deborah, she brought my family together.
Isolation can mean realizing that you’re maybe not as great as you hoped you were: a dubious ode to step-parenting.
Today, I tried a class on Zoom, and it was a happy little time!
My newfound gambling addiction, and other ways quarantine devolvement is real.
Today, we bid farewell to one of the greats.
Everyone who’s anyone will be sporting one of these this spring.