Guys. Josh just told me he didn’t want me to cheer for him at his baseball games. I mean, I’m honored. I thought I’d slowly work up to the “embarrassing parent” and start turning in my best performances around teenage years. But here I am, my oldest is four and I’m killing it.
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.
