In the kitchen making muffins with Lily and brewing kombucha. (two tea kettles boiling water) "Mom, when you were a little kid, did you have electric tea kettles and an electric oven?" Because she for some reason believes that I am incredibly old, I replied, "Oh no honey. We were so poor and never had anything like that. We had a small fire pit in the front yard where we had to start a fire to cook or bake any food and where we would place the kettle on top of the bare coals. The back yard fire was where we went to warm up."
If my child asks you the same question, you better keep my nonsense story going.🙄
I may have been told more than once that I talk too much. So to spare my family and friends much turmoil, this blog was created. Tales of Wonder. Tales of Woe. Often of heartache and love. Stories about my special needs son and my spunky daughter. Moments of Joy and Hope and stories about what I would do differently if given the chance. Stories that only I can tell. Here you find a little of everything. And you will want to return for more.
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