Independent Author
When I was a child, my mother, in her typical manic depressive type of way, would decide, typically on christmas that we as a family
I stumbled into an interesting conversation the other day while a group of my colleagues were at lunch and it made me think.The conversation started
My little one turned 6 months old this week. All day long I kept thinking about the Alice and Wonderland scene where the Mad Hatter
The books are wrong, flat out. I want to believe they are right, because I love to read. I also hold a firm believe that
There is no such thing as sleeping through the night. It is however toted as the light at the end of the tunnel, the gold
You are not alone, you young mother up at 1 am. You are not alone in feeling overwhelmed in feeling inadequate in feeling lost and
When I hear a statement like that I always think of the Italian Mob. A bunch of middle aged overweight men with their shirts unbuttoned
It will be our last night together, I can’t believe it. We’ve been through so much together, and now its all coming to an end.
I figured out what’s wrong with the “state” system. I have a BA in English, and an MA in Public Administration and I have figured
My sister has a picture frame in her kitchen and in it is a piece of paper that says I Love You Because … underneath