A Quiet Winter Day
It is quiet. Only the sound of my sweeping up oak leaves off of my deck. No demonic leaf blowers. … Continue reading A Quiet Winter Day
It is quiet. Only the sound of my sweeping up oak leaves off of my deck. No demonic leaf blowers. … Continue reading A Quiet Winter Day
Sometimes Even Vampires Are too tired For overt romance Yes it is always Nice to find a cold hand A … Continue reading In the dark cold night
What we’re talking about… or What I’m talking about with my kids… or what they’re talking about. This is aptly … Continue reading What we’ve been talking about…