The best way to finish something is to start. We could start with how many times I’ve started this post in my head, or we could start with the come-apart I had in the car on the day 14 days ago. Thankfully no children were present, and only the passerby in the parking lot…
“Mom, this is crazy.” Is what he said just before we marched around a picnic table in our backyard seven times. I’m sorry, you did what??? We marched around a picnic table in our backyard seven times. Who: the cowboy, me, and our two boys. Where: on our farm When: Wednesday…
Our microwave blew January 1, 2013. We were moving full throttle into uncharted waters having left my career with a predictable income just a few months prior. Everything about life as we had known it looked different except for our address so why NOT try life without a quick defrost or popcorn button. Little did…