We were standing on the opposite corner from our house, the girls and I, and they were running towards me on the sidewalk. The older one was winning the race and the younger one was angry and loud about it, stopping in her tracks, arms crossed at her chest, in a petulant display of protest….
Author: thirdstoryies
poetry inspiration
This week is just as much of a doozy as last week, but I’m ready to sit back down and work on the kitchen idea some more. Looking forward to sharing that later this week. In the meantime there are a few poetry related items in the archives I thought I’d share. This is an…
life’s a circus
These days are a little nuts, as we wind down from this recovery period. Everyone’s tired and stretched thin. The girls are sick with strep and recovering. I’m sore from a busy weekend and recovering. Work is crazy for both of us, and we haven’t figured out the recovery route for that yet. It did…