Sitting there at my favorite place in the world to create (that small, round table tucked into the corner), the owner of the coffee shop had stopped by.  We talked

I remember well the wedding of her parents.  As our own Boy Two squirmed, thrilled, in his small, rented tux, tracing the alphabet in the carpet down in front, my

“Come, best friend!” I heard Little shout over his shoulder to the boy at the park, and he disappeared in a flash of denim. After the muggy Indiana weather, we’d

I’d taken off early this morning, chunky backpack with the girlish accents tucked in behind me, and headed for my favorite place in the world to create.  I’d savored my coffee, freshly

Such have been the themes of my heart for the last four weeks and change. Yesterday we got our answers, for that’s when we loaded the tribe in the BMV