Nine

A few days into my Grand Experiment with Temporary Diabetes - which sucks, by the way, I mean no one should flirt with diabetes even a little bit because it's scary and tedious and it really sucks - I kept on getting my breakfasts wrong. I already knew that pancakes, waffles, toast or remotely edible … Continue reading Nine

Seven

This guy. It's our seventh anniversary today, and he's about to get back from a week away. When he's gone I feel the lack of him everywhere, from our bed to our dinner table to the text messages I keep having to send because he's not there to tell things to. We will pick him … Continue reading Seven