Keeping Secrets


Sometimes I tell you everything. The bumps, the bruises, the hurts.

For the few years, I’ve kept my mouth pretty firmly shut. I don’t know what to say. I’ve .. run out of words?

My life is more complicated than I can or want to really explain. I am saner than I have been in years, and gods be amazed – happy. It’s good. I am good.


It’s a baby.

We are having another baby.

Allow 10-12 weeks for delivery.

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