September 2, 2020
After eight years of celebranting (yes it’s a word), I have definitely learned that there are more flavours of celebrants than even Baskin & Robbins can chuck some sprinkles…
Monday was an ordinary day. The sun rose and fell, Doug made me a brilliant scrambled eggs and bacon (mmmm bacon – pause for daydream about me having cuddles with…
Never did I think that at 27 I would have been a single mother. I mean, I didn’t really have a 5 year plan I proudly referred to from time…