Him: Look at this picture of my dad and I. Me: My dad and me. Him: No, you weren’t there. And that’s not your dad. It’s basically a reflex at this point. I don’t even realize that I’m doing it. I’m A Corrector. I’m quite literally bringing my work home…
Is there anything more frightening than waking up to a pair of eyes staring at you in the night? The answer is no. No there is not. (Not even when your kitchen faucet turns on by itself when you are home alone.) That’s how I woke up at 4am yesterday. And…
Today I turned 36. I had no real expectations for my birthday. Other than cake, of course. My children truly are wonderful creatures with big, giant puffy hearts. This morning they were up super early showering me with homemade gifts full of “you can pinch my butt-chocks whenever you want”…
