There was a little girl
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
(poem courtesy of poetryfoundation.org)
A journey through my life. Currently defined by motherhood after pregnancy after issues with fertility. Also subject to my overwhelming conviction that people are stupid. But not you.