HOUSE OF KB

I have always wanted to write. I have, actually, for years. But I don't think the adolescent ramblings of a tween or the documentation tendencies of a young adult count. I've recently reread them. So I can tell you, they don't. Now I need a place to be free. Unfettered. As I figure out this new space and place in my life. Newly single mom. Business owner. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend. But no longer wife. Grab a cup, sit on the comfy couch and chat with me.

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Sweet P, please. I beg you.

Sweet P has been sick since the day before Mother's Day. That would have been Saturday, May 11th. For anyone who doesn't remember. Which...

Not in the books...

Parenting is just different variations of eating the last of something you don't like because you're too cheap to toss it and too lazy to...

Not in the books...

Parenting is just different variations of eating the last of something you don't like because you're too cheap to toss it and too lazy to...

Whack-a-mole? Groundhog Day? Both?

Almost a year ago to the day, I posted about how being a single parent is... like a never-ending game of whack-a-mole. With twice as many...

I'm sorry, what are you saying?

A hundred years ago, in 2004, I fell down a flight of steps rushing to my classroom. I tore ligaments in my ankle. Though we didn't know...

Here we grow again.

Yes, it's true. (*No, I am not pregnant. Come on, you lot!) I guess I never do anything in half measures. It's too late to change that...

Nothing to see here.

This is the last of then. The last of those posts I had written and saved and scheduled. The last of the ones that seem so outdated, so...