
Missing my baby, but maybe I’ll now have the chance to clean my room. Or nap.

Missing my baby, but maybe I’ll now have the chance to clean my room. Or nap.

I actually got out of the house and met new people last night. Will write about that later. Until then: whine for you…

My final dip into the whirlpool of organized religion

Warning: long narrative-y list ahead. Grab a snack before clicking post title.

My first job, I was 10 years old and kept it until I was no longer age-appropriate for the gig at 15. I didn’t keep another job for five years until much later in life.