Why is it that the things we remember the most are the hard things? The things that hurt? Why do our brains go to that first, rather than characterize a moment in time with the more positive? You know what I mean.
Category: Momming
A hamster. A freezer. A hungry grandpa.
One time we took care of our neighbors' hamsters. One hamster bit my brother and died. It ended up in the freezer. My grandpa was hungry. (Note: He did NOT eat the hamster.)
Super Senses: A Primer
Trying some superhero looks on for size in the swimsuit I will be happy to never see again. ©2018, Meghan GrossThe summer of 2017 was like many others: my girls lived in swimsuits while playing inside and outside, our dog Spot ran to the door every 5-minutes, my stay-at-home husband was trying to get the girls … Continue reading Super Senses: A Primer
Sleep.
A letter to my brother as I get my youngest daughter to sleep.
