I feed a notoriously-picky-eater of a ten-year-old five nights a week. At least once a week, I text a photo…
Author: Jules
DAY SIXTEEN
Sober. That is all. 🙂
THE G-WORD
All this time later, I still don’t have the words to explain how profoundly grief changed me. I’m not a…
BITSY GREEN PUTTERING
Among the indicators that I have morphed into a different creature during the pajamapocalypse, is my obsession with little plants…