Sammy The Saboteur

In spring 2015, I was diagnosed with valley fever and pneumonia. I was on bed rest for over a month, during which my boyfriend picked up the habit of scrunching up his forehead and saying, "I think you're losing it, dear." He would smile, kiss my forehead, and shush me as I rambled on about... Continue Reading →

Words Are Freaking Hard, Man

What do you call a perpetual state of brain fog? Because that's what I've been dealing with for several months (or the last four years, if you ask my boyfriend). It's a good thing that I have a sense of humor because the hubby has begun documenting my grammatical snafus on the vacated "Life Goals"... Continue Reading →

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