Not A Suburban Housewife
I daydream about leaving the sticks for civilization, but I know I would miss the sticks.
I daydream about leaving the sticks for civilization, but I know I would miss the sticks.
There’s an app for that, but I don’t have it.
A child-free day meant more freedom, but also more maternal anguish.
My outfit of the day explanation. Because mine usually need one.
Our CA trip was so sick, and not in a surfer-dude fun way.
“I hate to be a bother, but there is a hole in our roof.”
I (I mean we) had to get rid of some of his (I mean our) stuff.
A first-interview survival story.
A personal profile, as written by a drunken primate.
My first attempt at a high and tight did not end well.