My best friend’s neighbor is dying. By the time you read this, likely, he’ll be gone. This boy is only twelve years old. Twelve. His loss is such a profound injustice to his family and friends and the natural order of things. My heart breaks each and every time I think of him and his parents. I have never met… Read more →
Author: Brooke
10 Ways to Live Through Your Remodel (hopefully with a grain of sanity)
And when I say live through the remodel, I mean that literally. We added a master bedroom and bath and figured if we shifted ourselves around a bit, we could just stay home while adding on and save the added expense of renting a part-time shelter. How sweet and naïve. Too many mornings to count I’d barely be taking my first… Read more →
I’m Not The Mom I Thought I Would Be
[Editors Note: Friends and Lurkers, please welcome Brooke. I promised her to you a few days ago and then basically hopped on a helicopter and failed to publish this post like the asshole that I can’t seem to stop being. But this isn’t about me. This is about Brooke — Mother, Writer, Recovering Reality-TV producer, Burgeoning Chicken Farmer and wife… Read more →