Breast-Feeding

Towards the end of my second pregnancy, I began searching for a cute diaper bag, preferably one which cost less than my car payment and would dress-up my maternity-jeans and stained tee-shirt postpartum uniform. Also, if I could find a bag with wide enough straps to cover-up one of my leaking breasts, well then, all the better!

“What...you’ve never seen a nursing woman leak through her shirt? Stop your staring, and take my damn driver’s license photo already! And crop it in tight on my face!” ...Continue Reading »

In my never ending quest to gather the fragmented pieces of my life, [...seriously, please someone, tell me why there’s a Barbie leg in my purse?] I’ve been working toward organizing my photo archives. It’s a work in progress and I’ve had some set-backs, but I figure if BP can take it’s own sweet, damn time getting it’s shit together, then why not me too? ...Continue Reading »