“Come quick. Come now,” the voice on the phone whispered. “Why?” I asked. “You need to come now,” he said and hung up. I told

“Come quick. Come now,” the voice on the phone whispered. “Why?” I asked. “You need to come now,” he said and hung up. I told
“I still love the idea of love letters, but…” “What?” “You know.” “I know,” I said to my 26 year old son. He recently broke
Another shooting. Again, how many times have I posted about school shootings? Too many. My heart goes out to everyone at Michigan State and their
First posted January 11, 2013 – this one pretty much says it all. Personal hygiene, Vampire Hunters and Real Friends…and don’t forget the Marx Brothers
“Come quick, come quick,” whispered the voice on my phone. “What is it? Tell me,” I said trying to get information. “I can’t find her.
When I first started blogging, back in 2012, and I had kids in school and sports, I’d occasionally write about those HORRIBLE children, and their