Writer. Mom. Storyteller. GenXer. And apparently the person in charge of what's for dinner until the end of time.
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Hollie Harris
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Fighting for my right to sit down and drink my cup of coffee in peace before it gets cold.
I never realized I had a favorite spatula until my husband broke it.
Me: Another sleepless night.
Friend: I thought your youngest kid hasn't been waking up and interrupting your sleep in the middle of the night for a long time now?
Me: It's me. I'm the problem now.
Party favor bags, but they're filled with all the plastic junk other parents gave my child at their kids' birthday parties throughout the year.
The circle of life is complete.
The walk of shame, but it's just me going to the trash can to fish out the packaging I threw away earlier because I've already forgotten some of the cooking instructions.
It had to be a man who made this women's shirt.
The only thing we have to fear is fear itself...and possibly quicksand, for those of us who grew up in the 80s.
I'm pretty sure my husband's sneezes violate some kind of noise ordinance.
I'm pretty sure my husband's sneezes violate some kind of noise ordinance.
