Hug It Out

Am not the nicest mother- it has to be said. More like the willling bad-cop who thinks that telling it like it is never hurt anyone. I wonder where I get it from (looks askance at my parents' room) but it is what is is. My parents continue to be the extremely loving and demonstrative... Continue Reading →

Dafuq Bloglet#3

Red took us all out to play pickleball last evening and as always kept coaxing me to play something rather than have my nose buried in a book or my Kindle. And I, as always, was lethal on the court. Mercilessly swinging the racket like it was a sword and the ball like an enemy... Continue Reading →

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