I watched her joy, but I didn’t join in. My quiet was sharply interrupted by a yell and I groaned heavily. In the kitchen two rooms away, my oldest was yelling at the top of her lungs. “Yes, God! Whew! I’m about to shout!” As I grumpily adjusted my pillows, I wondered “What is Alex… Continue reading A Jaded Moment
In Jeans And Chucks 