made for love

A couple of weeks ago, I received an email that rankled me, and I mean really rankled me. I sat there fuming, stewing like a red tomato, typing away at 92 words per minute what was intended to be a righteously scathing response. I read and re-read my email, hunting for grammatical errors and typos (because righteously… Continue reading made for love


do you want to come?

I heard a knock on my door at 11am last Saturday morning. I opened the door to find three little boys, probably between the ages 5 to 9. The smallest one was standing in front, peering up at me with his soft brown eyes. He then said, "Hi, I'mfrmbthlbattistchrchaniwswunringifyou want to come?" I tried not… Continue reading do you want to come?