The Pirate’s Booty.

Last week, I locked myself in my bathroom and cried on the floor while my near three-year-old son banged on the door crying for me to "Open the door!" He had been in a tantrum for nearly an hour and a half now - one that started down at the beach in public where I … Continue reading The Pirate’s Booty.

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But you’re like, twelve… (This is thirty).

As a kid, did you ever wonder what you’d be like as an adult? Did you ever try to picture what you’d look like, act like, be like? When I was twelve, I used to try and picture myself as old, an adult, you know like, twenty-five. Because back then, twenty-five sounded really old. And, … Continue reading But you’re like, twelve… (This is thirty).