So of course it's pouring down rain on Halloween: I actually got creative and MADE my children's Halloween costumes this year, largely out of paper and cardboard.
The headache came on quietly. No sudden pain that would make you think you were having a stroke. No, this one sneaked in behind my eyes while I was out working on a story.
I can't think of another person who is more qualified than Malala Yousafzai to win the Nobel Peace Prize, to be announced on Friday.
I have a love-hate relationship with a clown.
I've always had freckles. Ever since the sun first hit my baby face, I've had a smattering of freckles across my nose and cheeks.
Somehow, in the past two weeks, my vegetable garden exploded. Its sole produce? Tomatoes. Have I mentioned that I'm allergic to raw tomatoes?
It was Date Night last Friday.
OK, so the kids go back to school on Monday, and I STILL haven't bought their school supplies. (I'm in denial about their "textbook fees," too— what are my taxes for anyway???)
My friends, I have failed you. I failed myself too.
My now 11-year-old daughter spent a week at Salomon Farm Park camp as a "farmer in training" recently, where she fell in love with the two pigs being raised on the farm — so in love with them that