Dear sick, teething infant, I don’t like you right now. You’re pushing me to the border of crazy town. I think I’ll get off the mommy train tonight and stay at the most luxurious spa imaginable. If only it worked like that.
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.
