Not Disaster

What do you call it when you melt your phone in the oven while trying to drive the water out of it that was spilled last night, and at the same time the delivery men are telling you your wonderful, new refrigerator, which is a gift from your mother, will not fit up the stairs, [...]

In the Privacy of My Own Blog

I think by now no one is listening.
Ah, back to basics.
Today was Thanksgiving, and filled with thanks, and angst, and work, and the sadness of transitions.
My daughter brought her boyfriend over, and he is much older, but so young, so very young. Full of excitement about what lies ahead, and who am I to explain [...]

Tags: but it's a start, not much, practice, Writing