Happiness. It's relative.
While I was starting this post, Swirl took a bunch of old photographs out of a box in the hallway, strewed them about, and then settled down on his new bed to chew on a grandchild’s ancient artwork. I heard rustling outside my office… Continue Reading “Swirl, Destruction, and the Comfort of Chance”
Every time I see my kids, I want to fix something. Give advice, make a plan, counsel, analyze, and assess. This is a habit that I am trying to break. There are easier things. Tonight, I had a plan to dash from my class… Continue Reading “Ms. Fix-It”
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