My mom and dad just let me know that Aspen “went for a walk” on Thursday and never came back. I am heartbroken. When the Linthicum family moved to an
My mom and dad just let me know that Aspen “went for a walk” on Thursday and never came back. I am heartbroken. When the Linthicum family moved to an
I’m doing it. I’m writing a book. My goal is to finish the rough draft by September 18th. Hold me to it, my people! I need you. Yes, you.
Today I did Yoga for the first time, and I learned a few things which I will now impart to you. You’re very welcome. Yoga is all about focusing on
(This blog post was stolen from Annie Blogs. I have a blog-crush on her… and like a Kindergartner at recess, I show my love by thievery.) What I’m [reading] =
So yesterday, I was working on Clark (my hard-working lappy) (his Hard Drive is the Fortress of Barnitude and the thumb drive is Sneaky Pete, for any of you Smallville
Oh, Mr. Darcy. Any and all fans of mine can feel free to buy me this: (You can find it HERE at Brookish’s Etsy Shop. So lovely!) Also, I just
(Valerie’s right. I should hate it here, and sometimes I kinda do. But mostly I love living in the O.C., and since I would rather focus on love than hate,
She is tiny fingers wrapped around a well-used set of reins. She is a bright smile when she successfully navigates a “reverse at the walk”. She’s a six-year-old with a
I am quite possibly the world’s worst runner. That, however, does not keep me from trying, nor from GETTING PUBLISHED ABOUT IT. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHOLLAYAHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! *ahem* It’s an anthology of stories about
I’m 9 years old. I’m at a dude ranch with my SoCal family, trying to keep up with wranglers, so self-assured in their chaps and jeans, lifting saddles easily onto