My five year old niece stared unhappily at the handwriting task her mom had just assigned."I don't know why, but this just makes me feel like crying!"I totally get that, my nice niece. For you, it is handwriting. For me, it is paperwork. What my friend calls Yucky Papers. Under the best of circumstances, the most I hope for is a temporary truce with Yucky Papers. But I'm finding…
As Neil Sedaka might have sung on a morning like this, "Waking up is so hard to do." It's one of those days when I open my eyes and feel like a Mack truck hit me, and then backed up to see what it hit. A morning when the coffee can't be brewed fast enough. A morning when what I would really like is for someone…
This morning, I retrieved eight delicate sets of teacups and saucers from their haven on the top shelf, and set them on my counter. That it had been a while was evident by the lone spider's wisp stretching across one handle. These lovely teacups and saucers were the fruit of a lifetime of collecting by Jack's favorite Aunt Laura. We had honored the trust of…