So for a year and a half (even longer if you count in utero), I’ve been talking to J where it’s more me just babbling and asking him questions not expecting a response. Well, blow me down, he’s started responding. What the heck do I do now.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
