Brace yourselves, Dear Reader, for I’m about to share a cautionary tale with you. One of woe, misery, and regret. One that’s completely avoidable if you heed my caution. Are you prepared? This story begins, like many stories, once upon a time. Although not so long ago, if I’m honest. In fact, it began just a few weeks ago at the time I’m hunched over my writing desk typing like a madman. You see, a week or two ago the…
Would you believe, Dear Reader, that I sat down in January and began composing this piece only to be distracted by life events and then failed to return to the project? Today, on this dreary February afternoon, while I hunker down during a tornado watch and try not to jump as the thunder shakes the house and lightning flashes, I’m attempting to finish writing this. When, at long last, you get to read this, we’ll likely be in the early…
Many years ago, when my eldest was a toddler, I stumbled upon a cute little picture book in the local library called, Don’t Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus. The illustrations were cute, each page only had a few words making it an easy read while managing a newborn at the same time. So, I grabbed it along with all the books my son had picked out himself. What I didn’t expect was having so much fun reading the book…
There are very few things that fill my family with terror, but I’m slightly ashamed that the top two things that send my family scattering are: me. Yes, me. Like when I’m making mayonnaise. Specifically the vegan mayo that swears it’s perfect and works and– Look, let’s not get too close to the details quite yet, let’s just be honest here. When my kids hear me say, “Hey can you grab me a can of chickpeas?” They run. Fast. One…