Ready, set...

This is a super long post. Apologies in advance. 
There's lots to say first time back in ten months.

Hope you'll hang in there.  Future posts will be more like me - short ;-)

Hello old friends.

It's been a while since my last confession blog post.  I have been a bit neglectful of late of this lovely little space I call my blog.  So I've decided to commit to a more regular writing schedule.  Regular for me does not necessarily mean every day...or even every second (or third...). By aiming for one day a week, I can give myself copious amounts of praise and a pat on the back if I manage to make that happen (because not unlike a puppy, I work well with praise).

Ah! Young love...how sweet & dysfunctional are thee!

Ah! Young love...so naive, so immature, so unsophisticated, yet ever so charming!

Who hasn't been blessed to witness the giggling prowess that is the 15 year old teenage girl in pure, utter, blushing-because-he-looked-at-me, undying lurve? Or the teenage boy in all his pimply, voice-breaking glory, professing everlasting adoration to his I-can't-imagine-ever-living-without-you first beau.