I stubbed my little toe the other week. It broke. It broke in that kind of blood blister-purple-yellow-green-red polka dot kind of way. I wore my crocs everywhere for ten…
Category: <span>Kids and Treasures</span>
“I don’t like this Valentine’s Day card.” “I’m not fond of cleaning up.” “That does not make me happy.” “STOP IT!” “But I want something!” Yesterday, I begged Big Friend…
“I want to drink my chocolate milk, but I do not want to cooperate.” I hadn’t planned on having this time slot open in my schedule for writing. I’d blocked…
You know that moment when words fly out of your mouth, and you see them darting away into the atmosphere, irretrievable, and wish a little string trailed after them so…
There are just a few wisps of baby cocoon clinging to Little Friend’s rapidly spreading pre-schooler wings. The other day, Big Friend and I realized that another sizable chunk of…
Little Friend gave me a birthday present this morning as she wandered out of her bedroom, footsteps still dragging in the sands of sleep and tousled hair stuck to eye…