My journal of big words and pretty pictures
When last we left our hero, little Dani had ventured into that mystical region called, "Master Bedroom," and she saw that it was good. Last week Mister and I introduced Dani to the rest of the house. We hadn’t intentionally limited where she could go, she simply hadn't wanted to leave the comfort of her … Continue reading Dani, the explorer
I watched my mother puttering around her kitchen, only half listening to her stream of consciousness babble. "... that Simpson boy down the street? At bunko last night, his mother told me that he got his teeth grilled." I perked up like a dog hearing a silent command whistle. There was a grammar gaffe floating … Continue reading All up in her grill
Thin spiral notebook 