He went outside and looked at all the other houses where they lived. Snow had fallen all over. Icicles were dangling from the homes of some of their neighbors. They were the neighbors who were lucky enough to have the wood to burn, and the heat their fires made escaped up through the roofs and melted the snow there, making the icicles possible.
People challenge me on my ability to follow through with my dreams when I've delayed my life to raise my son. They think I'm a cliche, that I'll become some housewife and settle for doing Jack's chores. But they don't know me; they don't know how broad these shoulders have become through trial; they don't know the migraines or the father. And if they don't know that, what do they really know about me at all?
I’ll never force my way past the walls of a girl’s pseudo-moral denials of pleasure.
I've been pleasantly surprised that even though my readership is small, several readers have asked how to make a website like mine. I'm going to charitably assume you mean my blog, which is what you're reading, and not my temporarily abandoned website. Therefore, here's a post about choices I've made, research I've stumbled upon, and hacks I've created. I will start with the most rudimentary information, since it's what has been requested, and move on to the more difficult work and choices.