Sometimes I’m just tired of the running. Tired of shuffling kids through all the To-Do’s. Put on shoes. Grab the bag. Get in the van. Buckle seatbelt, unbuckle seatbelt, buckle seatbelt again. My youngest, Paige, a die-hard Home-Body, has been known...
My grandmother, sister and I were having a coffee the first time she saw my first tattoo. With pure horror shaking her single malt scotch voice she said, “Sosha, what in the hell is on your arm?” I told her, attempting to sound both nonchalant and...