Present, Perspective and Dinky Beaches

My mother is visiting -she arrived just in time for Mother's Day (so perfect.)  My big kids, during our winter visit to her little house in the woods deep in Central Washington, told her that when she came to visit next we'd take her to the beach.  Galveston is the best we've got in Texas … Continue reading Present, Perspective and Dinky Beaches

You Are Allowed To Play

I used to hate mornings.  And I grew up told never to hate anything.  But I did.  I hated mornings. They were cold and dark.  I was ripped from sleep by either a far-too joyful mother singing worship songs or an annoying alarm buzzer as I got older.  Rushed through a morning checklist, I hustled … Continue reading You Are Allowed To Play