Between the time we had gone to the hospital to have our first baby and the time we were ready to leave, my husband and his sister had moved us out of our apartment and into my parents' basement. (Sigh) I suppose this was our first of several very pride-swallowing experiences. With me out on... Continue Reading →
The Sun Continued to Shine
As newly wedded grown ups expecting a baby, my husband at the age of twenty and my eighteen-year-old self were figuring life out. Of course, we would be brilliant parents. Yup, all grown up. Ok, so there were a couple of times we called each other in sick to work so that we could stay... Continue Reading →
Chicken and Tears
The first apartment I ever had was the one I shared with my first husband. At the ages of Eighteen and Twenty, with a baby on the way, coming strait from our parents' homes, we were ready to take on the world! I had no idea what I was doing, but how hard could it... Continue Reading →
Love My Messy Life 