Observations on love, marriage, and motherhood
We have a neighbor named - well, we'll call her LaRhonda. She's lived in our neighborhood for what sounds like 30 years, and our yards connect. The first time Bryan met her, he thought she was some sort of door-to-door evangelist who was having a health crisis. "Hello?" Bryan asked when he answered the door…
Well, Christmas has come and gone, and sadly, so has Rhiannon, the witchy woman who lived upstairs. If you need a refresher on the witchy woman, please read here, then here. Last week, I got an email from our landlord that said something like this: Hey Jillian, just wondering: do we pay your utilities, or…
Jillian Wyatt 