I want to start off by setting the scene. I hope you will appreciate my dedication to blogging to you… Picture it. Friday night. 8pm.
Peanut and I had the best Sunday and truly cherish every moment with her. It started off with pancakes and cartoons, then a long trail
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
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
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
Growing up I knew a different version of Valentine’s day; I knew it to be: el dia de amor y amistad (the day of love
