Living. And loving. And hurting.
I sit here and sit here staring at a blank screen. I do not have writers block. When I decide to write something down, I get it out no matter what. I sit here and stare at this blank screen because there are problems in my household, and I aim to write about them. However, I know what kind of… Read More
I LOVE THIS LITTLE BOY SO MUCH. He is worth a MILLION words.
Worth a Thousand Words: I like to think there is some of me in there. I think we have the same eyebrows. Really. That’s what I’ve got.
Actual Conversation: Me: Hey mom… what is the name of the type of Indian we have in our family? I tried to tell Brock what it was and I couldn’t remember. Mom: Let me think… um… Oh! The Micmac Indians! Me: (begins laughing) Are you serious? When I couldn’t remember the name, I told Brock they were called something like,… Read More
Ronan and Flint playing on the floor. Flint… shaved! And last, but not least: my sleeping boys. This is what I come home to. I love it.
