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He is very soon headed to the salon, and they really need to pay attention to his cuticles this time.
The verdict is in, and the photographer who took these can feel confident in his skill.
"You know what else I’ve also learned about cancer? It’s stealth. It is a stealth disease. It is so under wraps that it has invaded you before you even have a clue."
To help silence or at least decrease the number of question marks people use when I tell them where I live.
It turns out that posh toothbrushes exist. This knowledge now takes up space in my brain.
Sure, there's more green Jell-O here than there is in the entire rest of the world, but there's also this.
When Marlo asks what she was like at five years old I'll pull up this post and say, "This is a small but very accurate sample."
Very rarely do I use the flash on my camera, but there are certain instances when it is required.
Snow in October. Just as certain as death and taxes.
"Chi son? Sono un poeta. Che cosa faccio? Scrivo. E come vivo? Vivo. In povertà mia lieta scialo da gran signore rime ed inni d'amore."
A small heads up for anyone headed to this beautiful spot in the middle of The Great Salt Lake.
There isn't even a name for what happened to me so I'm calling it "Just Put Down Your Damn Phone."
Yet another moment in a very necessary recurring series.
A simple, elegant touch to any outfit, and yes, that includes yoga pants and a tank top.
Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.
What? No cop approaching my car? And I call this a mommyblog.
Hey! Get off his lawn so that he can nap right in the middle of it.
I guess this place is okay. Could use a little more drama, maybe.
My alarm system is now a sign on my front door that says COCO LIVES HERE.
I cannot wait to have her join me in a spin class, nearly puke and then feel the rush of endorphins afterward.