One of #3's assignments last week was to illustrate the poem he'd memorized called 'The Owl and the Pussycat'. It was a love story that started with a courtship in a little pea-green boat and ended in marriage. It appears #3 got something entirely different out of this poem.
Following the birth of my most recent baby, I wouldn’t stop bleeding. Anxious medical personnel weighed Chux pads and injected me with various medicines to stop the hemorrhaging, but to no avail. The blood kept flowing. The doctor found some placental pieces left behind and worked quickly to remove any others, but the bleeding still…
While pregnant, I started a book by Saint Theresa of Avila on contemplative prayer called The Way of Perfection. It was a book I’d bought years ago but hadn’t finished because I’ve had oatmeal-brain for the better part of a decade. It is a little known fact that it is difficult to read and understand…
“I love autumn dahling,” Nancy said from the back seat of their chauffeur driven Lincoln. “It’s perfect weather for pairing my leopard print dressing gown with open-toed heels.” “I know dahling,” Darcy said. “I’ve just been dying to wear this cheetah print dressing gown with my open-toed heels..” “I completely understand why,” Nancy said. “You…
I wrote a book last summer. I experienced the very rare phenomenon of having all of the stars perfectly align in my life so that I could sit and type out a book. In my case, I was sitting and scooching around on the floor to keep babies out of trouble while I typed…
