I hate dealing with haters. Or as our 6-year-old says, the h-word. But doing most anything gets easier with more experience, and in the internet world even the most innocent posts rile up opposition. Like recently when I shared a … Continue reading
I sat at one end of the couch, and our six-year-old with his pink cheeks was at the other. Our nine-year-old had the other couch, and both were banked by coffee tables littered with half-empty beverages. Up too early with … Continue reading
The sunlight of longer days in February produces the same effect as caffeine to someone who never drinks it. Beams splash across the floor and the table, and suddenly everything is brighter, more hopeful, and ambition takes dangerous proportions. I … Continue reading