Well, I’m not proud of it, but it’s done. Finished. Time to move on and get our life back. That’s right, folks – I’m talking about how we spent the last three weeks binge-watching seasons four, five, and six of … Continue reading
Snow was lightly falling. We drove home, talking about places we might move to, and this conversation occurred in the Stagecoach as we went down the highway: “Remember when Wendy was here and we were talking about that one neighborhood?” … Continue reading
The almost-ten-year-old: Afton’s looking at the largest baking bowl we own, full of flour and some other white ingredient…which, from the look on his face, is probably called “regret.” I ask him what it is. He says it’s four cups … Continue reading