Rock-a-Bye Inbox
My dad calls our family the Leaky-Eyed-Scotts, because great emotion — both positive and negative — has the capacity to lubricate our tear ducts. It’s not surprising, therefore, that I cried the first time I saw a baby delivered. I’d seen Read More …
On Dogs, Children, and My Sainthood Paper Status
Do you see this face? Yes, this one? I’ll wait while you look… Notice the complete and utter lack of repentance? This, ladies and gentlemen, is the face of a criminal. (Although around our household, she goes by a less-accusing moniker. Read More …
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