Wherever there is a process, there will eventually be a jam. Such is the nature of life in this fallen world, and I have mostly come to accept it so as to preserve what few full-color strands of hair I have left. Some jams I am prepared for, because they kind of make sense and… Continue reading jammed
When my girls were little, I quickly noticed that they based a large percentage of their feelings and reactions on mine. This was most evident when they were learning to walk. Anytime they wobbled, tripped, fell down, or even just startled themselves, they immediately looked to my face for a response. If I heeded my… Continue reading ta-dah!
Four little apple seeds. That's how it all started. Four tiny little apple seeds have dominated - nay, wrecked my household over the past two weeks. Because of four little apple seeds, I have lost approximately fifty hours that I had earmarked for other purposes. Instead of getting my hair cut, reorganizing my bedroom, and… Continue reading much and more: a tale of four apple seeds
L.S. Childe 