Helen loves to sing. Constantly. And slightly off-key. And melodylessly. And LOUD. So today, she sang that she wanted an apple– natch. “IIIIIIIIII want annnnnnn[…]
My mom is the genesis of my quilting disease. She started quilting when I was going into 5th grade, and the first quilt she ever[…]
Last Monday, I dropped my cell phone into a puddle during a wind and rainstorm while I was on the way into a church meeting.[…]
I am going through an incredibly selfish time in my life. There. I admitted it. It’s all about me. I’m not getting laundry done, I’m[…]
