Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
My husband thinks we are animal whisperers. Considering that we have been forced to trap-and-remove small wild beasts in our own home – the same small wild beasts that we brought into our own home under delusions of domesticity – he is clearly wrong. It all started so innocently. Oh, and I started it. We […]
It starts small, masquerading as tiredness or temporary irritation. Maybe you hit the snooze button too many times. Maybe you trail out of conversations, shrinking into yourself and losing eye contact. I do all that stuff and then pull up the best of me, rising from the ground like a Macy’s Thanksgiving day balloon, to […]