January Wrap-Up: Book Reviews and Recommendations

January felt like a marathon. Not the kind of marathon that you're proud of, that you trained for. Rather, the kind of marathon you forgot to train for so your hip hurts by mile 8, and by mile 13 you're in so much pain that you're cursing yourself, your decision to not train, and the fact that you decided to run in the first place. The kind of marathon where you celebrate crossing the finish line only because it means you never have to run again.

Stay-At-Home Dog Mom — Quarantine Diaries

A lot of you (absolutely no one) has asked for a glimpse into the highly coveted stay-at-home dog mom gig. As you can imagine, it is a gift and Millie adores me. Our days are highly structured. It is within routines we can truly squeeze every last ounce of joy and play time out of…