My third-grader came home from school on Friday excited to tell me how he watched his teacher walk on eggs. “And she only broke three!” he said. “Hardboiled?” I asked. “Raw! Six dozen,” he answered, smiling. “And,” he continued while heading straight for the fridge, “you can squeeze an egg and it won’t break.” He Read More
Midwest writer. Beauty seeker. Wife. Mama. Offering encouragement from the perspective of a sunflower - bask in the Sonshine and grow towards the Light.