When the Grass Withers and the Milk Spills (Again)

By |2016-01-13T05:30:39+00:00January 13th, 2016|Uncategorized|6 Comments

So here I am today: at my favorite coffee shop, sipping my pretty beverage. Kid-free and with hours to spare. Just me and my computer. And I want to be home. And yesterday, in my comfortable, safe, lovely home, I complain at Josh—who endlessly chops wood and loads wood and carries wood so that we have wood to burn—that it’s only 68 degrees in the house and I need it [...]