I don’t ever want to be anything but honest. So here is an honest story about my struggle with the dishes. The overflowing sink full of soap suds disguize the patterns that paint the beautiful color and the true peaceful and happy emotions the dirty dishes could posses. Inside the tub lay hidden knifes ready… Continue reading Doing the dishes.
I generally don’t like pictures of myself, let alone candid photos. I get a twist in my gut of self-consciousness and usually delete it upon viewing. I know I really should kick the habit, but admit it, nobody truly loves every selfie that they take. Recently however, Munch has learned to steal my phone and… Continue reading When little eyes are watching.
Dear Munch, It has been a while since I have written you a letter, and even though I have been taking a hiatus from social media, and my blogging seems to be scarcer than water in a desert (I blame technology for that one), I was struck by quite a miraculous moment today that I… Continue reading The appearance of empathy
Diapers are life. So is coffee. While living in North Carolina I cloth diapered Munch for a long time. When he became a growing and eating toddler, disposables took over and I didn’t mind. $7.50 For a pack of diapers a week is doable (and then there of course is bulk diaper buying from Sams… Continue reading Starbucks Vs. Diapers: The laughable factor.