I hate my oven and I love my crockpot. Very well written look at a touchy subject. The Best ten years of my life.

Begging For Thread This Really is For Bobby. So I got edges that scratch. All of my misspoken words. I know my disposition gets confusing. My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state. To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head. Stupidly think you had it under control.

Give me the chocolate and nobody gets hurt. True Hunger is the Hunger of the Heart. 8220;Dear God, feed me with Ratatouille, please. Brave Salmon with Broccoli and Potatoes. No Excuses on the Shopping List. The 10 Book Endings That Never Ended. I Cut My Hair Today.

The Angel and The Demon Series.

Hope at a young age and old.

Authors and the Supporting Cast. Let me start off by saying, I am the undisputed LORD of the thermostat. I like it cold in the house. My philosophy has always been that if folks are too cold, they can always put on extra clothes. Growing up, we .

Blogging a bridge between the monogamous and polyamorous worlds. As I mentioned in one of my first blog posts.

Today has been mostly fantastic, with only a tiny crash at the end here, as I prepare for bed. But Willow is coming tomorrow, to help me clean the house in preparation for what should prove to be a most interesting evening on Friday. I am throwing myself a party. Almost the whole Tangle, plus a few extras, will be here, with kids in tow everywhere. Even my Hippie Mama is coming in from out of state. A joy and a goodness.

Even as an introvert I have found no problem making friends. I use the word friends loosely here. I believe there are three types of friends, each of whom have played an important role in understanding my sense of self.