It's rainy and I'm showered and I made the most delish, frothy latte from a Tanzanian Peaberry espresso shot + homemade hemp milk (who AM I?). But I'm slightly stressed from life, my back is killing me, I'm late for my period, and I'm as bloaty as a preggo (definitely not preggo), so here I … Continue reading Unsteady Uproot “The parental’s house” (August 13th, Tuesday)
Here's some radical honesty for you: If we aren't friends. If we aren't involved in each others lives. If we aren't spending quality time together of some sort. Then I don't want to care for your children. Not even if you pay me.