Have you ever woken up bleary-eyed and blah, wondering what on earth you’re going to blog about for the day? Have you ever secretly wished—prayed, even—that something blog-worthy might come your way, so that you’ll have material for a new … Continue reading
It has been weeks since I’ve answered a reader question here at Archives of Our Lives. In fact, I’m pretty sure I skipped all of February—but in my defense, it was a short month. Anyway, there’s no time like the … Continue reading
I cringe when I hear the word “potential.” I hate it. (I don’t use “hate” very frequently.) For as long as people have been judging me, I’ve been told I have a lot of “potential.” I have the potential to … Continue reading
What do you get when you mix icy Canadian freeways, an Arizona driver, a Tamra Camry, a fool behind the wheel of a Dodge Caravan, and a guardrail? Note: This is not my own picture. Some other poor Tamra Camry … Continue reading
Guess what happened to me today? A woman looked me in the face, and asked if I am pregnant. Just like that. “Are you pregnant?” What could have possibly given her that idea? Weird. Thankfully, I’ve been growing some pretty … Continue reading
…the prospect of sleeping in the backseat of a Ford FYadda50 doesn’t even phase you: Though the “morning after” experience is not nearly as glamourous as one might imagine. As you may know, Poor Kyle and I are seasoned road-trippers. … Continue reading
I’m so vain; I once considered myself an expert traveler. Sadly, my friends, I must be out of practise. Rusty even. *Note* When taking a trip wherein crossing international borders is part of the itinerary… …it might be helpful to … Continue reading