Polka Dotted Daisies

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Raising Kids

I fell apart

As adults, most of us feel an obligation to our family and friends to hold it together. Raw emotions are seen as a sign of weakness. We are all supposed to be strong, have faith, don't worry be happy. We... Continue Reading →

A shirtless boy

We gathered our hammocks, books, collection jars, paints, cameras, and snacks. This beautiful Sunday afternoon was going to be spent relaxing down by the creek, deep in the woods.

I am trying to read.

Why it takes me a year to read a book.

Backtracking Boy Talk #1

Stuff our son says, and takes back.

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