Elmo lifted us up in a crimson embrace. Briar's rapture made all of our worries float up into the rafters like the $8 balloons they were hocking at intermission.
I'm a mom, wife, writer, wise-ass, athlete, social media devotee and more. Tumble Dry is a peephole. Unfiltered glimpses into a life with three daughters and an incredible husband.
Might be brilliant, might be daft.
Often tender, rarely brief.
Comedically caustic, brutally frank.
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