Clean socks are a privilege, not a right
Four years ago today, by this time, I was probably sitting in my hospital room chatting on the phone while Caity snoozled in her little bassinet. Her birth was remarkable in how FAST it was and how great I felt afterwards…compared to the WEEKS of recovery from Adam. She came out screaming and angry. She […]
The latest Installation piece by Caity…I think it shows the teeming rage and violence faced by a preschooler today…or her just saying ‘Don’t Fuck with me.’ She really can look like an angel, can she not? This morning…..she was up and ready to face the day… I was busy hauling Adam’s dozy butt out of […]
