I know I’ve already said it in so many words, but this has probably been the most stressful Christmas season yet. (Hence the reason why I’m up at 5:45…don’t ask me why I’m doing my blog instead of a million other things that need to be done, but, hey, this is my journal.) And it…
Yes, LUCY HAS PIGTAILS. I decided to put her mullet to work this week man oh man look at the result. Oh my word I couldn’t love this baby more. Even though she screamed from 12:30 to 3:00 a.m. the other night, she melts my heart every time I look at her. I just can’t…
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth, Empty the dustpan, poison the moth, Hang out the washing and butter the bread, Sew on a button and make up a bed. Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Oh, I’ve grown shiftless…