By the time I met Big Papa, I’d done my fair share of online dating. I figured out pretty quickly that no matter how good someone “looked” on paper, there was no substitute for meeting in person. It’s impossible to define chemistry. Plus, I’d come to realize that what I …
Archive for August, 2009
When I first moved into the Urban Cabin, I remember Big Papa walking out of the loo with a stunned look on his face. He’d just discovered ‘girlie stuff’ in his heretofore manly bathroom. Imagine the shock.
Today, I got a taste of that moment when I surveyed our living room …
“Row, row, row your boat…” sang the little voice just feet from my bathroom stall. “…gently down the, Mommy how many times do I need to sing it?” she asked plaintively. “Twice,” her mom replied as I walked out to suds up my own two hands.
I can’t remember learning how …
