Reagan brings me her journal so I can check the sentence she just wrote, and some days this is how it goes: I will be done the green Book with pretty soon. She means her math book, the one I … Continue reading
I drove home from an appointment with Reagan’s team at our homeschool, leaves skipping across the road while the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band sang about fishing in the dark. Just me, no distractions, no kids arguing in the back – … Continue reading
Life has leveled up to a new level of ridiculous. I don’t mean the current events – I mean, they are, but we can talk about that later. What I mean is, there’s a rooster living in our bathroom. I … Continue reading