Nine months ago I wrote the post ‘XY’ and talked about how I was over-the-moon about adopting a boy. Not that I don’t like girls or girly-stuff. It just seemed pretty likely we’d be adopting a boy.
We said we were up for either gender on our dossier. Since …
I am one of those chicks who talks to plants. I cajole, compliment and cheer them along when I want them to grow. I say I’m sorry and ask for forgiveness when I uproot them. I express my sorrow and offer appreciation for a job well done if their time …
There they were. Little ruby treasures buried in the dirt. Potatoes!
Last year, Big Papa and I tried our hand at garbage can potato farming. Our first crop yielded eighty-one potatoes, which by our estimation …
Some might fend off a mid-life crisis by leaving the comforts of their corporate salary to jet off to a deserted island. Others might buy a Jaguar. I’ve chosen to Read More >>
