down there

I need to handle this with a little delicacy.  A sense of decorum.  I need to say it gently because otherwise I might freak out. It's possible that I may have already freaked out... but just a little. How am I going to say this?  What's the best way to handle the situation we've found … Continue reading down there

growing up

Some of my earliest memories are of my mother sewing.  She seemed to be able to make anything with her old white Singer.  It had a special table in every house we lived in and at it she could make a new dress, fix a pair of pants, attire my baby dolls in style or … Continue reading growing up