Late again

I cried in the car on the way home this morning. One of those mornings you hope a neighbor isn’t traveling the same route you are. And I’m writing about it not in a fit of self-pity (oh, I detest those) but because in this universal human experience, I am sure I am not alone….

Mistakes will be made

I have recently discovered texting via the mic on my mobile phone. Yeah. Snickers aside, please. I know it’s 2015. It is a true time saver but the mic has a mind of its own. Some of the things it thinks I say are a little off base. And off color. Take this morning, for…

I can’t wait to host my naked sketch party . . .

. . . said no woman ever. Except one. That I know of. I know this because of a short video featuring a delightful Ms. Allison Hatfield from Dallas. She attended said naked sketch party, hosted by a female friend. You really must watch. It’s 10 minutes—which I was sure my ADHD-prone self could not…