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End of Fall update

I haven’t been happy that Mommy has been too busy to help me blog the past month.  She keeps saying something about grading, whatever that means.  99 more words


My Blankie.

On the day I was born I was given a matching teddy bear and blanket. They became my most valuable possessions, whether through brain washing of forced contact by my parents or actual love for the objects, who has a clue. 692 more words


The Lost 'Puppy'

When you have kids, you have to understand their view of the world is not like an adult. Everything is coated in wonder and imagination. Not to mention limited vocabulary and no sense of fear. 312 more words


What Do You Take?

When I realized that this was a real fire, I wasn’t dreaming, it wasn’t going to be put out, and that it was heading into Elliott’s (my youngest son’s) bedroom first, I stood at his doorway and blanked. 214 more words



His love wrapped me in soft cashmere wishes warming my heart on bone-chilling days

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image: google common license

Don't Hate Me, But...

Hey, Hey! Another VBA! That was my poor attempt at rhyming and I promise, it will never happen again (at least not in this context). 391 more words