Gold Star Day

Well last Saturday was certainly a gold-star day. Remember the feeling of getting that star on your grade school paper, or the taste of the glue when you were allowed to put one wherever you wanted it? Perfection. My grandson, Carter, was born last Saturday morning. A snowy, blowy, cold winter morning made brighter by…

Where The Wild Things Are

The night Max wore his wolf suit . . . and made mischief of one kind . . . and another… Was the night I started to worry. That very night in Max’s room a forest grew . . . and grew . . . And I looked for Max – in the forest –…