Attract Mode

Facebook games, alcohol, and despair: do they mix? Let’s find out!

Is it really #tmi if it’s something half the world has experience with? After 20 years I can now identify the exact moment my period starts.

Note to self: more cookie cutters in Robin’s favorite shapes as a birthday present? Probably more appreciated than a trike.

This is how today has been crazy: I just thought. “How could she die on me?” About my mother, who died around twelve years ago.

Note to self: do not invite post-sandbox child to lay down on my bed with me.

I’m worried that my novel has no tension or character arc. Nothing is going as planned. Can I go back to bed?

On days like today, I am very glad that after knowing me well for many years, Kevin still decided he wanted to marry me. It is a comfort.

I do not like having biology and emotions so tightly coupled. Just sayin’.

I’m totally on board with strange analogies, though.

A reason I am not worried about Robin’s lack of traditional pretend play is because hyperbole is an exotic, uncomfortable technique for me.

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