My Kids Are Home, Save Me

So it’s Labor Day, which means the kids are home from school. That doesn’t inherently sound bad, but they are currently making a list of ways to spend my money, playing French rap, and talking to me while I’m trying to write. How is your Labor Day?...

Killer Potatoes

This is the kind of thing I have to put up with: Daughter brings me dinner. “Here mom, I have dinner for you.” “Thanks, honey. It looks good.” “I’m not so sure about the potatoes. I ate a bite and then threw-up but maybe you’ll have better luck.” Laughing, she walks...