Our summer turned from delight–halcyon days of sweetness, early fruit, daily wonders and lush growth brought on by heavy (too heavy, but oh well) rainfall–to misery. “Excessive heat warnings,” confusing…
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Gentle Reader, I am so thankful for you. I return to this space again and again, to write and to share and give you something, hopefully, of value. And you…
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Little Mack used to insist on a particular type of story every night before bedtime. “Tell me a story, Mama, about when we were all little kids!” By that, he…
Read moreHere’s my little Mack. Many of you know him well. He’s smart, and funny, and creative, and intense. And he thinks he is big enough to own sharp knives. This…
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When little Mack opens his mouth, I never know what’s going to come out of there. I blush easily, and when little Mack is in the room, I blush often.…
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