You Fall Down, You Get Back Up.

I was reading the news this morning about Scott Hamilton and his feelings about not calling the triple salchows for this year’s Olympics (spoiler alert: He’s just fine) and it reminded me about when my husband was teaching our kids how to rollerblade.

When a Parent Dies It’s Like a Taylor Swift Song.

I will just come out and say it. When a parent dies, it sucks really bad. And I’m sorry to say that the feelings of “this sucks”

A Room of One’s Own.

I have a room of my very own. I’m okay sharing this with you. It’s like donating your body for science. It’s for a good cause.