It was really late at night, and I woke up in my Little Mermaid sleeping bag on the floor of my cousin Tommy’s bedroom screaming and crying for my mom. But my mom was at the hospital delivering my baby brother. I was 5, and I remember it all very clearly. Something didn’t feel right, … More Romper Article: Am I Reliving My Mother’s Trauma Through My Pregnancy?
After lounging in bed for a bit, Greg and I decided to go get some brunch at Stone Soup Kitchen, our favorite breakfast spot in Atlanta that uses local ingredients, including local coffee from Bartdorf & Bronson (my fav.), and they have an absolutely GORGEOUS enclosed patio with a ton of beautiful flowers and plants, … More Weekend filled with things for which to be grateful
Since I got home yesterday and calmed down a little bit, I’ve been debating whether or not to write a post about this. First of all, I don’t want to gross people out. Second of all, I don’t want to gross myself out and go into shock all over again–but, I think it might help … More A Waking Nightmare