diagnosis: stupid!

diagnosis: stupid!

bring on the crank.  with only 90 minutes of sleep in each of my back pockets i’d be daft to turn down that adderall prescription rumored to be popular with all the neighborhood moms.  last night my girl gave us another scare with her distended belly, lameness...
size matters

size matters

i’ve read mr. stevenson’s sagacious words before, but with eyes still cloudy and curtained from tears passed. it’s hard for me to get angry. although i have zero problem with theatrics. theatrics are different: hair flipping, dramatic sighing,...
the farm

the farm

my itch for new scenery is at an all-time high. hunkiest thinks i’m in need of a vacation, but the over-emoting actress in me believes the only way to quiet the feisty ants in my linen knickers is to pack up, traverse the continent, and order new home address...