Grief, and Encounter

You ever have those days, work isn’t going well, the kids are stealing donuts, you’ve got boogers in your nose making it hard to breathe, your legs are in agony, and there’s no racing to distract you?  Just me? Continue reading “Grief, and Encounter”

A “real me” post.

I identify as a sloth.  There, I told you.  DNA treatments are beginning to take effect, that is why I am so slow.

No, I mean really real. I have to say this because I just feel like you have the wrong impression of me. Continue reading “A “real me” post.”