My Mom

My mom reads my blog every fact, I frequently write posts wondering how she'll react or what she'll think. Not once has she commented, and I doubt she ever will. Her comments come at 5:30 PM as she's driving home from work. That's when she's bored and she calls me to check in. This … Continue reading My Mom

Will You Read Me a Story?

The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Where the Wild Things Are. Thomas the Train. Harold and the Purple Crayon. When You Give a Mouse a Cookie. These are the books that have filled my life for the last few years. The names of the titles alone bring up memories of bedtime, snuggles, and "special nights." Many of … Continue reading Will You Read Me a Story?