Remember. Any Room Can Be A Guest Room If You Put Your Guests There.

Take it from me, an adult: FIBER IS IMPORTANT

It is a luxury to have a parent whom you will one day mourn

I am a beast. I was born from other beasts, and I will die a beast. It’s in my nature, in my blood.

You are yours are creatures. Gentler hands, tender embraces. You took me into your nest, feeding me along with your own young. But it’s clear I will always be a beast. My paws dwarf yours. My movements are less graceful. My eyes carry something different. But you love me all the same. And I love you as my mother.

I am a beast, but I am your beast. Loyal to you and you alone.

One gone, one dead, one cruel. Where does that leave me?

Fighting my inner demons (I want to eat pudding for breakfast)

There's a little border collie who lives in my head. She's very smart, but very restless. If she is not kept busy, she starts chewing up all my furniture.

The car is rattling. It's subtle; you wouldn't notice it if it wasn't your car. You've been driving it for years. You turn the music up louder and try not to worry.

The check engine light is on.

I love you imperfectly. Yet I love you endlessly.

I love you stuffed animals. I love you blankie. I love you bed. I love you pillows.

It's because you're always doing those damn ann bibs