surviving the holidays
It’s that time of year, as I note every year, when the pages start to fly off the calendar and the hours on a clock...
It’s that time of year, as I note every year, when the pages start to fly off the calendar and the hours on a clock...
It’s the calm before the storm. I’m sitting here peacefully in my study watching my ever-patient husband tinker with one of the thousands of little...
The calamari come into my tale in just a bit… I couldn’t resist the photo as it makes me hungry every time I see it!...