by Missy Stevens | Whatever
It’s possible you loved junior high, in which case there’s something wrong with you. Sorry to be so blunt. I just care about you enough to be honest. Nobody loved junior high. I didn’t hate it. But I definitely didn’t love it. I got along fine, had friends, was...
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by Missy Stevens | Books and Writing, Whatever
I was not planning to post today.* But I need to. I need to grovel and plead and generally embarrass myself further. I can hear someone like Mr. Unmarketing say something along the lines of if you can’t move people to do something then you’re a lousy...
by Missy Stevens | Family
I am a sucker for babies. Dream job? Professional Baby Holder and Snuggler. As long as I have a team of subordinates to do the feeding, changing, wiping, and worrying. I want to be the CEO of Babies: reaping all the benefits without doing any of the actual work. The...
by Missy Stevens | Family
Today. There are PJ’s. There is snack in the play room. There is extra TV time while eating snacks. In the play room. There are piles of bean bags, blankets and pillows. There just might be cookies after lunch. Today. There is no guilt. There is no we really should...
by Missy Stevens | Whatever
Summer vacation is a beautiful thing. Except when it’s not. Remember the 1980’s when Cabot Cove, Maine was the most dangerous place on earth? Unless Jessica Fletcher was visiting her Irish cousin, Emma MacGill, or teaching a writing class in New York City, that sleepy...
Lapsed homemaker. Looking to hire a full-time housekeeper who will work for the sheer joy of a job well done and free coffee. Interested parties, DM please. 
