The year I hated children

A little under a year and a half into our marriage, my husband dropped that bomb on me. "I don't want kids." I can almost hear you over the cyberspace thinking,┬ábut didn't you talk about this before you got married?! Well, yes, we did. We had both wanted kids, more than one and somewhere under … Continue reading The year I hated children


Beauty for ashes and my rock sculpture

Yes, this is a photo of a rock. This is my new rock. Pet rock. Reminder rock. Rock sculpture. Don't care. It's my rock. We went to Southampton today, to the sea. Big family thing with my husband and son, my parents, two of my three brothers and my someday-sister-in-law. Asher boy loved it. The … Continue reading Beauty for ashes and my rock sculpture