Mr. G had his surgery Thursday. He came home in a drug induced haze and my mother handed him a bell to ring so he could summon me. The ringing of the bell was unpleasant but very likely felt about 8,000 times better than my husband’s head did after being cut open. As much as
I swear to God the caviar bar in T5 swallows time. Where did it go? About to miss plane aaarggh. — William Banks-Blaney (@WilliamVintage) September 4, 2012 Last week I got together with a girlfriend and, as is often the case, we got to talking about social media. Social Media is comprised of people
A few girlfriends are experiencing the same Mommy Loneliness that many of us have, had or will experience. It’s universal and it’s awful but maybe knowing that everyone experiences it at least a little bit will take some of the sting off. If you think tweenage girls are cliquey try getting into a conversation in the
The morning started fine enough. I did a little laundry, wrote a few things, and got dressed to go meet some folks and contribute to a video. My hair wasn’t great and I have total raccoon eyes because a few minutes of sun turns me red on the nose and brown all over the rest of me.