The Munchkin is a writer – he just doesn’t know it yet! It seems like forever that he has been regaling us with tall tales from parallel universes. Places where magic happens and there are way too many battles. There was only one problem… he couldn’t write. He started school
An unseasonably warm wind is blowing when I start watching the backyard soccer game. I can see the storm coming in the distance – the dark clouds, the lightning. I figure it is about 10 minutes away. “GOOOO-AAAAL!!!”, the Munchkin pronounces, even though there is no net nor opposition. He
Creating my amazing life one tiny moment at a time. Bringing the Hubby, a Munchkin and about a dozen tomato plants along for the ride.
