A recap of the weekend I spent with my daughter who called sleeping in a tent “cozy.” WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
And the updated electrical system and the water heater and the brand new landscaping I left behind.
A space to breathe and assess where I’ve been and where I want to go.
I cooked and they ate and a swarm of pigs flew over the house.
“Leta will most likely want to sit in the car and read a book about Arches. Marlo? Marlo will want to become an arch.”
We sang and we shouted with the armies of heaven.
As you know, camping is not an activity with which I associate positive feelings.
Ideas to inspire anyone else who is faced with the inexplicable three extra inches on your kid’s legs.
I think my mother put my immune system on the prayer list in the temple.
My little frog baby turns nine.