Tag Archive: inner conversations

The PPD Kooky Jar

This is an old post, now new and improved, revisited for two reasons: one, my are making it hard to write new posts these days. But more importantly, I wrote this in November 2010, when my blog was still a baby. Chances are you’ve never seen this before, and kookys taste much better when we…

sprain, sprain, go away, go away…

What was I thinking, giving my 6 -year old a piggyback ride on our way back to the car from trick or treati’n in a neighborhood called, of all things, Fall Creek? While wearing Danskos?!?  Did I mentioned I hate  Halloween? The whole graveyard chic and the cheep costumes (cause that’s what the kid wanted, and…

Tag Archive: inner conversations

The PPD Kooky Jar

This is an old post, now new and improved, revisited for two reasons: one, my are making it hard to write new posts these days. But more importantly, I wrote this in November 2010, when my blog was still a baby. Chances are you’ve never seen this before, and kookys taste much better when we…

sprain, sprain, go away, go away…

What was I thinking, giving my 6 -year old a piggyback ride on our way back to the car from trick or treati’n in a neighborhood called, of all things, Fall Creek? While wearing Danskos?!?  Did I mentioned I hate  Halloween? The whole graveyard chic and the cheep costumes (cause that’s what the kid wanted, and…