#tbt: Tales of a third-grade Laura

So this is a new thing we’re doing here on the blog because I found some of my third-grade writings and they’re GOLDEN. I did not like a couple of the kids across the street so I don’t know which one this is referring to. And I still wish that Spray-Can Silence was real. It would haveContinue reading “#tbt: Tales of a third-grade Laura”

Sweet dreams, little one

When stressed: some people develop a twitch. Others grit and grind their teeth while they sleep (which I actually kind of do too). Weirdos, like me, have dreams that their graduation from high school was a fluke. Yep. One of many indicators that I need a chill pill is when I wake up in theContinue reading “Sweet dreams, little one”