Time Doesn’t Heal All Wounds, But Compassion Can.
My dad and I were messaging last night about a book that Callie was reading to the two youngest children. It’s called the Thingamajig book of Manners. it was my favorite as a child and…
My dad and I were messaging last night about a book that Callie was reading to the two youngest children. It’s called the Thingamajig book of Manners. it was my favorite as a child and…
No Man Is an Island & Don Quixote’s Windmills It was time to face the music my friends. I am struggling to remember how it all went down. I had to ask my mom. Even…