Damn you infernal act of God! The poor baby is an addict.
We got a little lax without the power and now the baby is on Coke. If he sees a can it’s all grunting and pointing. I had to smuggle one in and pour it into a coffee cup. It’s getting desperate. We might need baby rehab.
After hiking down to the beautiful Boquillas Canyon and screaming our echoes for one singing Mexican to hear we drove to the Rio Grande Village. Here there are…
The feelings of motherhood cannot change – they deepen, they explode, they enrapture us to the core. A Line of Hope Do the things we feel and want…
Oh Lordy! Lordy! Apparently, just because they’re small and cute doesn’t mean they can’t stink to high heaven. Babies are supposed to smell like babies, Johnson and Johnson’s…
There he was, my dear husband, in the kitchen getting ready to reheat some leftovers. Suddenly, CRASH-BANG-BOOM!!! I lept from the couch to see if he needed some…
How Houston’s Destinations Are Faring After Harvey 48″ that is the size of a small human, a good sport fish, a nice TV – it has never…
