Go ahead. Get your kids. I’ll wait.
I’m writing our life as a thriller in my brain, but it’s really more of a Disney Plus series.
We’re not incredibly smart. We’re moderately old.
Take a moment, think about your words, and then say what’s in your head. Or, even better, don’t.
It’s not the same. It isn’t real.
We spent 20 minutes engrossed in this book he had ignored for years.
Time moves on whether we like it or not.
It’s adorable but also causes you to make a wincing face while eeking out a pained, “Thank you.”
I don’t let them turn me into the same people who hurt me. I never will.
My life sometimes feels like a rollercoaster. I rise to peaks and fall to valleys.