Some make it hard on the rest of us.
They claim it’s not intentional
their methods are unconventional.
However they choose to fuss
they make the rest want to cuss.
Continue readingSome make it hard on the rest of us.
They claim it’s not intentional
their methods are unconventional.
However they choose to fuss
they make the rest want to cuss.
Continue reading6 months out
the appointment is made.
1 month out
a postcard reminder aid.
3 ½ weeks out
Continue readingKnow what that is? It’s a fear of dolls (of course it is). Why do I know that? Because I looked it up. Why did I want to know? Oh, that’s the story now, isn’t it?
Continue readingMike looked out the passenger window quietly. He hadn’t said a word since he got in the car. But neither did Cara. They rode in silence.
“Look,” Cara finally said as they took an exit off the interstate. “There are some things you should know.”
“What? Like the fact you are kidnapping me?” Mike asked derisively.
“Funny,” Cara said though her tone did not suggest amusement. “You have three kids…”
Mike winced.
Continue readingEvery year, usually around the end of August, my niece Bubba invites me to come and spend a few days with her family. A cute family with two red-headed boys as bookends and one sassy brunette sister in the middle. Inevitably, I return home with an collection of stories to share by recounting the week of antics. The oldest will turn 8 in a few months, the youngest will turn 4 a month later. So, yes, there are plenty of stories to share. This one is about Lil B.
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