(Img: Me with Archer @ 5 weeks) As some of you know, nine weeks ago my husband and I were lucky enough to become parents to our first little one, a beautiful boy for whom I lack sufficient words to express

(Art credit: Jean Paul Sartre, by me.) As you get to know me, you'll learn something about me - I go through phases of not breathing. And I don't mean apnea. I mean emotional suffocation. When I'm in one

You know that feeling when you accidently swallow on your cereal too quickly and get a 60mph throatful of ice cold milk and a leftover mouth full of cold stodge and in that instant you're not sure if the