The poem. Reasons, they fall apart in the face of the truest desire. But excuses, they pile up in the corners where dreams did aspire. Continue Reading...
Potholes and Puddles
Once in a while, quite often actually, I think it's good to just let kids be kids, regardless of my personal feelings on cleanliness, order, and things along those lines. Yes, we have a huge pothole in our driveway. Yes, the kids have assisted in its growth more than any other natural factor. Yes, Theodore does have his boots on the wrong feet, but it didn't slow him or his imagination down at Continue Reading...