His fingers. My nose. Her self. Aaaarrrrgh. I can’t do it. I can’t limit myself to just six words. See? Here I am rambling on, belaboring you with the curse…
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Dear Little Friend, I was in fourth grade, sitting in the front-ish, second-ish row of class when Mrs. Bower walked over to the water fountain. The room was quiet…long division…
If you: A) are a mom, B) know a mom, or C) have a mom, then I have some books for you. (If you don’t see yourself fitting in one…
She needs a haircut. Yesterday, we went about our business with Little Friend sporting a shaggy, fluffy, spastic, greasy do. The barette working its darndest to contain the jungle of…
I’ve never been a big pink and white, hearts and doodles, candy and chocolate kind of gal. Well, I’ll keep the candy and chocolate. But otherwise, Valentine’s Day for me…
I am crouched on the bathroom floor, my chin in hand, elbow cushioned by the hem of Little Friend’s towel. She is sitting on the kiddie potty, double-wrapped in her…