with Love and Squalor

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We’re walled-in by roses. Aren’t they pretty?  Wouldn’t you want to live here?  Please somebody buy our house. It’s really such a fine little house.

We’re walled-in by roses. Aren’t they pretty? Wouldn’t you want to live here? Please somebody buy our house. It’s really such a fine little house.

Oh the irony of a photographer’s daughter resting casually in a basket of soft blankets.  Ghosts of cheesy photo props of my past will haunt me all my days, I fear.

Oh the irony of a photographer’s daughter resting casually in a basket of soft blankets.  Ghosts of cheesy photo props of my past will haunt me all my days, I fear.

I thought by three months I’d be pretty good at life with two kids, but most days still unravel into chaos and feel like a blurred minute and an eternity at once. So…six months. I’ll have this by six months.

I thought by three months I’d be pretty good at life with two kids, but most days still unravel into chaos and feel like a blurred minute and an eternity at once. So…six months. I’ll have this by six months.