Happiness. It's relative.
I meant to empty the wastebaskets and change the litter box. I meant to vacuum the rugs and roll them up for storage for when my husband recovers from his knee surgery. I meant to scrub the sink and the toilet and wipe the… Continue Reading “My Saturday”
This was not what I’d had in mind. My vision was me sitting in a rocker, nursing my beautiful baby, my long hair shielding her little face from the moonlight, Joan Baez singing softly in the background. I thought having a baby would be… Continue Reading “The Hooked Rug”
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