Toolshed

I'm not always the sharpest tool in the shed. I can talk a good game. I know a lot of big, fancy sounding words and can use them, most of the time, in the right context. But, I'm not comfortable having deep, intellectual, philosophical discussions. It's not that I'm stupid, I'm just more common sense … Continue reading Toolshed

Fortress

A perfect fit, she nestled softly in the crook of my arm. Breathing in her scent, nuzzling her cheek, later I’d swear she smiled up at me. Parting the expertly swaddled pink and blue striped blanket, I counted and recounted toes and fingers. With hesitant fingers I stroked her head, seeking the soft spot beneath … Continue reading Fortress