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I have a ton of different nicknames for my little poodle, Byrd, and I can’t really explain any of th ..

I’m responsible for little Byrd’s post-knee-surgery physical therapy. For the first week, it involve ..

You know those “wreck the dress” photography sessions? A newlywed who probably spent her entire wedd ..

You’ve been shipwrecked on a desserted — ahem, I mean deserted — island. Your food options are limit ..

So I’m currently joining the rest of the blogosphere in doing a happy dance and singing, “Pumpkinnnn ..

While we’re on the subject of getting used to failure and letting yourself take shortcuts, I have a ..

“Hey Barb,” I chirped into the phone, hoping I sounded nonchalant. “You know our security deposit? W ..

The realization that I am a delicate Southern flower who requires thick, humid warmth to survive was ..

“I changed my mind.” My mom shifted the car into park and turned off the ignition before looking ove ..

“Miss Julie, did you bring us prizes?” “Um, no — your prize is getting to spend time with me, duh! D ..