I love Facebook. It allows me to delude myself with 15 seconds of fame. I can pull up that busy blue page, type “[This] happened today!”, and for two-ish hours,…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
This is the face of someone seeing Disney on Ice from a front-row seat. All those Snow Whites, Tinkerbells, Peter Pans, Wendy, Alices, and Mickeys whirling, twirling, and dancing in…
The way she pads down the steps after quiet time, one halting footstep at a time, hand slithering down the banister, she is beloved. The way she tells me this…
I have a perfect mom who lives inside my head. Her name is Elisabeth, which is what my name totally would be, had I been born perfect. She looks a…
We have a monster living at our house. It’s a creepy, sneaky, gnashing, thrashing, obstinant mutant Tyranasourus Rex named Sharktooth. Sharktooth lodged in Little Friend’s imagination, and hence our lives,…