Pregnancy is unpredictable, but my son apparently skipped the memo about due dates.
He arrived in late January 2010, tiny, dramatic, and entirely on his own timeline — clearly inheriting my flair for narrative crescendos.
I had just arrived in my hometown “temporarily” to wait out the final stretch.
Good thing.
The universe clearly knew I needed to be surrounded by the few humans who understood my chaos in its native dialect.
…and Mackinac Island Fudge…
definitely the fudge…
UnderTheRock Diaries 