Girls are weird.

Girls are weird. Only a girl can say that though without causing a bit of a ruckus. I live in a house with four small boys and one grown man and here's what I've discovered. These boys are so completely different from me. I often find myself explaining my behaviour to my sons while their... Continue Reading →

It’s time for a love story.

"Who... is... that?!" My brain said to itself; because that's how thinking works... I saw this tall, handsome, enthusiastic man holding open the door for a crew of camp counselors. I knew in my very soul that I would have to go and meet that guy as soon as I could. That night I sat... Continue Reading →

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