The Sentimentalist
Secretly I wish my kids could wear small (somewhat stylish) collars that shock them ever so lightly (enough to make them stop but not enough to really hurt them) every time they whine. Is that bad? Secretly I hope that one day John drops one of his gargantuan wooden shoe trees onto his big toe… read more
Are there days, weeks, months, when you feel like the very hungry caterpillar? The cravings just don’t stop? I fancy myself to be a pretty healthy lady – but these days the wheels have come off the tracks! Summer is about hands coated in sticky gooey post-s’mores marshmallowy goodness. It feels appropriate to almost bathe… read more
