Feb 82nd

Here we are, still stranded in the gloom of winter, with nary a snowdrift to act as a reflector (at least in my part of the country), wondering if we’ll ever see the sun again. I’ve been sending up flares …

When Life Hands you Melons

Living with a dyslexic is a never-ending source of entertainment. Not that it was always a bowl of cherries, or a chowl of berries, either, especially when I was the home school teacher, dealing with a brain that did not “see” …

A Safe Haven in a Crazy World

When my girls were little, and they had a question to ask (to which they were really hoping for a “yes,” like: Can I have a sleepover? or, May I go home with Suzie after school tomorrow? or, Could we have …