Quiet

It's not very often that my home is quiet. That's also a massive understatement. When the kids went off to school this morning and I finally got my husband packed and out the door for his hunting trip, I turned around to survey the damage. Dishes on the table, dirty socks on the floor in … Continue reading Quiet

Up in Smoke

I don't know anybody who smokes anymore, do you? I feel qualified to comment on this; not only did I start smoking in my teens, but it took me 4 or 5 tries before I was able to quit. 12 years ago, I wasn't an exception, either. My Dad, aunt, uncle, Grandpa, cousins, friends, and friend's parents smoked … Continue reading Up in Smoke