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
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
You may often hear me saying, “expectation is the root of heartache”; which is my mantra I repeat to myself when trying to reconcile reasons
This week, in a very clever marketing ploy, Mr. Peanut (a mascot of 104 years) “died.” A new commercial was released by the company showing
I was at dinner with some friends and found myself in a ton of awkward discomfort because of (what my good friend Anthony cleverly referred
