I feel safe admitting I'm worried. Worried about the world. The country. The school year. I'm worried for my parents. My kids. My friends. And it's more than regular anxiety worrying.But worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. It's like rocking in a chair. It gives you... Continue Reading →
Six Months Down. Six to Go.
Holy cow. June is almost done. Meaning half the year is gone. And what do we have to show for it? Where is this year going? Australia burned. Kobe and his daughter died. Global pandemic. Murder hornets. Dust storm. Asteroid. Race riots. Don't even at me on this. Black lives matter. It's time to end... Continue Reading →
The Glorious Train Wreck Mom 