No, this isn’t a post about a prison escape. Sorry. I just like the sound of the title and I plan on talking about siblings.
I want to start off by setting the scene. I hope you will appreciate my dedication to blogging to you… Picture it. Friday night. 8pm.
Peanut and I had the best Sunday and truly cherish every moment with her. It started off with pancakes and cartoons, then a long trail
… All of you. I’ve been having vivid dreams that seem so real; I can smell everything, feel the textures… Its an immersive experience. I
If you we ever had a falling out, I want you to know, my door is always open. You can judge me for this, you
(clock that reference?) I think maybe I don’t understand what it means to be a friend. You see, Reader, no one ever told me what
OH MY!!! My little Leo (early August baby) Peanut is out of control! This child is crawling like she’s training for the crawling Olympics!! It’s
People who suffers from PTSD are prone to problematic patterns when placed in positions of perilous predicaments such as a pandemic. My method of survival
this post is NOT about covid-19. I am aware there is a pandemic. I am aware there are quarantine measures in place. I know some
El Cuco (Folklore Demond): “why were you so quick to accept my existence?” Holly (investigator): “An outsider can always recognize another outsider.” Last weekend was