This is a true story. Once there was a Mama who had a rather enjoyable daughter. The daughter loved to play, and she wasn’t particularly fond of dealing with messes.…
Category: <span>Motherhood</span>
The rubber rat plopped into the toilet, missing the intended wastebasket by inches. As I stood looking down on the vile thing swirling gently around the bowl on its back,…
Between requests for snacks, lunch, sips of coffee, and requests to play Peter Pan, I’m grabbing five minutes to write. I should be playing Peter Pan. But I’ve been up…
Smooky books, smooky stories, smooky movies. That’s Little Friend’s current request: things that spook (or smook), scare, and go bump in the night. This same little girl who feels it…