If I had my child to raise over again I’d build self-esteem first and the house later I’d finger paint more and point the finger less I would do less correcting and more connecting I’d take my eyes off my watch and watch with my eyes I would care to know less and know to […]
She danced for about a half hour, full tilt, spinning, dipping, twirling. By the time she she was finished, we were all ready to bid Cotton Eyed Joe a hearty adios.
On a rare cleaning spree, I found this little guy in the drawer of Zia’s kitchen. Hiding from the cat, no doubt…just look at those terrified eyes and quivering whiskers!
There was also a drawing of a mouse, which has strangely disappeared. That cat does seem to be looking hungrily at something…
“I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
