By talking to myself I am ensuring my external hard drive keeps the memories that my mind sometimes cannot remember. When I looked back at my photographs I knew I needed to tell the story. My blog was born.
I want to create a place for people to check after they have read the days news in the car pickup line at school or on the side of a practice field and now you need a smile.
I went to summer camp for the first time when I was their age.
That is what I kept chanting to myself every time I had the thought to throw them back into the car and drive them to Disney World so I wouldn’t have to leave them with strangers
This does not change the fact that I just got a naked topless picture of a mom I know from my boys school.
A pair of boobies staring at me that I find myself studying and concluding that those are indeed her boobies.
Holy-Mother-of-God. What do I do?