Every house has a certain, dangerous location that sucks in random items like a domestic black hole. That spot in the dollhouse is the leather sectional in the living room. I’m the first person to sheepishly admit that my tidying practices are to housekeeping what the blooper reel on American Idol is to music. Martha…
Category: Life in the Dollhouse
The Problem With Teacher Movies
Here we are, 6:19 on a Sunday evening. It really should be only 5:19, but Daylight Savings Time is a scourge upon the earth. To help me feel even more sorry for myself, I have a heap of marking and only a slice of that bitter pie is done. To clarify, I don’t mind marking,…
Blue Speckled Pup 