I will not run during my vacation. There, I said it and I don’t feel a bit guilty. I was all ready to pack my shoes, Ta Ta Tamers, and running gear…. then I got real. I will be in France eating a lot of cheese, crusty bread, and juicy peaches. Also there will be… Continue Reading
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Editrix rhymes with…
I am the Editrix in our home. Sounds a bit like dominatrix minus the leathers and chains and whips and freaky game playing. Never mind…it just ends with ix. Which is not to say I consider myself perfect and have never made any mistakes. I’m not and I do. So when I screw up, like… Continue Reading
This is me freaking about something that won’t happen for 13 years
Yesterday I had a mini (read kinda big) panic attack. Merdouille de merdouillette! My son is going to be 25. In 13 years, but it is going to happen. This year he hits the teen years – as he reminds me weekly – and my overactive brain is picturing graduation day at university, moving into… Continue Reading