Cotillion, Cold Meds & a Goat

Riding to school with three of our four children was always eventful and this particular morning was no different. Our teenage daughter was explaining her difficulties with waking up due to the large doses of cold medicine she received from her father the night before. “You know your father should not dish out the cold…

There’s Hope in a Good Hair Day

My case of the "fat, dumb and uglies" was heading into remission but it wasn't in any hurry to pack up and move on. I'd gone to great lengths to assist, buying new lipstick and dressing for car line pick up like I was meeting the president. But this had been a severe outbreak and…