What am I going to do when there's no more tiny toes to tickle?  When "th" is pronounced properly?  When the smell of opening ...

I've been meaning to do this for a while but I just haven't really had the heart. MySpace just isn't really the same without Cas...

This is a long whiny blog.  It's mainly to help me process some things that I'm thinking, so if at any point you feel like slitting ...

This is for Dad! Doing them as I type this.  I don't know why, but I think I peed on myself when I saw t...

I like to keep it real.  So, I'm about to get real.  This is my side of the story. I've recently self-inflicted myself with the ro...

Sara. My Sawa. She woke me up this morning by shoving her arm in my face. "Momma, Momma......it hurts." Well of course it hurt...

OK, it's time to purge.  Time to word vomit.  I'm sharing my feelings here because, well, they're my feelings and I want to shar...

I have to post this blog right now.  Reasons: 1.  I have 42 seconds to spare. 2.  It's fresh on my mind. Let me fill in the back sto...

To say that we've been busy would be an understatement.  This frightens me because the kids are still small and we're already busy. ...

I screamed in my kitchen this morning.  It was a scream of pure satisfaction.  It was a carnal scream.  You see, I had just tasted somethi...