Year: 2014
wisdom spoken & its impact
Yesterday was pretty tough. My son is 10 years old. My son talks to me nonstop. I listen…mostly. I listen (mostly) because I know in a few years, he may not have anything to say to me. I do interrupt his babbling sometimes to offer unsolicited advice. I make it short, because who really likes…
Whatville, located beside Whoville
I am standing beside my mother, in the greenhouse @ the Botanical Gardens. I tell her, “look, Mom, there’s Whoville.” “where?” she asks. “there.” I say, pointing. “where?” She asks again. I sort of push her in a direction past the HUGE leaf that is blocking Whoville from her sight. “Ah, you mean this Whoville?”…
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