A poem, of sorts, about death and dying….
It’s much harder to raise father’s of daughters than it is to raise daughters.
It’s been a very long and entirely unproductive week… We had two Christmas dinners to go to this year, which were incredibly delicious. First night was a turkey night and the second night was a bacon-wrapped steak night. Both nights were amazing and hanging out with all the family was…
I cannot get over how stressed out I’ve been feeling, about everything. And I was doing relatively well ignoring it all, putting it off and not worrying about it all. I mean, it was there, but it wasn’t in my face.