Puras pendejadas. A phrase I never thought I would be using so often. Even my shit job didn’t call for my motherland tongue profanity. The
OH MY!!! My little Leo (early August baby) Peanut is out of control! This child is crawling like she’s training for the crawling Olympics!! It’s
People who suffers from PTSD are prone to problematic patterns when placed in positions of perilous predicaments such as a pandemic. My method of survival
I have a confession to make… Last Christmas I made a Christmas wish; asked for a Christmas miracle. I wanted my parents to stay in
this post is NOT about covid-19. I am aware there is a pandemic. I am aware there are quarantine measures in place. I know some
El Cuco (Folklore Demond): “why were you so quick to accept my existence?” Holly (investigator): “An outsider can always recognize another outsider.” Last weekend was
Yes, Reader, you read that right – I was scammed with counterfeit money. As part of a way to make some extra cash for myself
Fears of failure frequently feel like foreshadowing of fucking up my family and fur babies. I have a confession, I still have a hard time
