summer

Why Having Three Kids is Hard, Why I’m Losing My Mind…and Why I’m Ok With It.

Y’all, it’s been a summer. A long summer. Having three kids is hard. I love them a million times each, I do. But. Goodness gracious. 

A couple years ago, some friends of ours, who’d just had their third child, jokingly gave KP and I some advice. “Don’t have a third kid”, they joked.

They were probably only HALF joking.  Read more…

I Can’t Go On. I’ll Go On… And Do Whatever I Can With What I Have

It’s been a summer. The first half of the summer was filled with excitement. Hope. Swelling optimism. A presumption of good times just around the corner.  Polishing our script, whittling grand ideas into more accessible coherence. KP going out on promising tv show pitches. Another old project of his also maybe being revived. It was exciting. Things were happening. […] Read more…