Year 2, Week 4.
This is the week a certain someone I won’t name by name but will name by nickname, DW, turns another year older. 29. Again. I think she’s been 29 for 12 years, now.
The drift stick is reading 11 inches of snow. The thermometer is reading -5 C (41 F). Yep, it’s still winter. On the plus side, it’s 5:30 pm and just now getting too dark to see. The days are getting longer. However, the nights are still just right for reading socks and pajamas at 6:00. For those on the upside down part of the world, I bet you can feel your days getting shorter. As the Starks would say, “Winter is coming” (but not this year because The Game won’t be back until 2019).
How do you let your less-than-stellar moments define you?
The art of the apology…
The Salty Mamas
Helping Daddy see the way one decree at a time…
Mom of Two Little Girls
Anxiety in parenthood. It happens. Let’s not hide from it…
J. A. Allen
Clark Kent had an alter ego. Samuel Clemens had an alter ego. Do all writers create one?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find out where I can order one of these for DW’s birthday. Hope it’s here on time!