This time of year stinks. The holidays are over. No more parties, the decorations are coming down, and the anticipation is gone. It’s still dark as hades out there at an ungodly hour of day, and the weather
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A reader asked if I blogged about my art today, and I realized I hadn’t really talked about it. Or the book. I feel like I should put that in italics: “the BOOK.” My book. Saying that makes me feel
You can’t. Wait! Come back! That’s not the end of this post. Let me elaborate a bit. Or verbally vomit, as I was accused of tonight by a random online person.
I should probably start this post off by mentioning that my oldest kiddo is 6-years-old. So I’m certainly not a parenting expert. I am an expert in dealing with him (and his siblings) but I have no experience with