My wonderful father-in-law called me last week.
“Hopie, I’m bringing you two baby bunnies.”
He was a bit nervous, knowing my hubby was still away on a business trip and I don’t know the first thing about rabbits. 212 more words
Let’s face it: I’m not very good at this.
Writing is hard. Not hard like depression or grief, of course. But not hard like growing your nails when they’re naturally brittle, or not eating the whole bag of chips, either. 301 more words
When we buy our mascara, lipstick, eyeliner or any other type of foundation we usually look for the same thing: will it look good on me? 441 more words