This is how the fuck I got here.

We always loved to treat our kids with ice cream cake for their birthdays.  Maybe because in both of our families Baskin Robbins’ ice cream cake meant something celebratory was happening.  Something much bigger than a birthday.  It meant the Pope was coming over for dinner, even though neither my husband’s family nor mine were […]

Bitter is as bitter does

My sister in law called me bitter.  To be more precise, she called this blog right here bitter.  I have been called so many adjectives since I started writing this blog.  Hell, I have been called a myriad of adjectives my whole life, but none so much as when I started writing this blog. Peter’s […]