Smoke The sky is gray with smoke, the same color as the dove sitting on the back deck rail. I’m not just saying that to
In honor of the Burning Question #21 we’re going to be thinking about booze. Some of us drink alcohol. Some of us don’t. Either
If you automatically assume you can’t trust our kids they will never trust or respect you. ~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
It is almost 5:30 p.m. and 107 degrees Farenheight outside. I’m going to piss someone off with this post but maybe not. It is just
Ian Rutledge has returned from WW1 and is back to his job as an inspector with Scotland Yard. The woman he loves has left him.
When I started this blog I was working full time for an organization outside of my home. My brain and the rest of my time