High on invention from a week at science camp, my daughter asked me last minute to take her by one of her favorite places before she got dropped with mom. Continue reading “No One Scraps Mr. Roarke!”
There’s a cute magazine I get my daughter at Toys R Us called Animal Tales. Lots of quizzes and facts which she loves, stories, crafting, and subjective opinion “voting” for random things like “would you rather live in a bird’s nest or a wolf den?” Her answer was ‘a nest because it’s high and airy, and caves are like, ya know, dark and small‘. I said, “wouldn’t you be afraid to live with wolves?” Well, no, because apparently in this scenario, there are no animals living in their own homes. Just empty real estate. Continue reading “Venomous!? I Think You Mean FAB-U-LOUS!!”
It’s a strange thing walking from a friendship over into something more with someone you care for. Walking across that line together. It feels beautiful. Like home. A little mind-blowing maybe. We’ll call it breathtaking, for the sake of argument. And there is always that one moment. When you both realize it. That it’s happening. Happened. And it changes the course. Of everything. It defines the whole deal.