Lost In Translation
Little Red: There are cracks on my hand! Little Jack: There are craps on my hand! Little Red: Oh no! There are crabs on my hand! Don’t let them bite me!
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Little Red: There are cracks on my hand! Little Jack: There are craps on my hand! Little Red: Oh no! There are crabs on my hand! Don’t let them bite me!
Read More Lost In TranslationFor two weeks he interviewed and they made it sound like a done deal. For two weeks they deliberated, drew it out, and left us hanging. Half an hour ago they finally sent Paul an email, informing him that they chose to go with the other candidate. (I think it’s because they could get away […]
Read More Moving OnBoy Blue sat on my lap, facing the pews behind me. He chewed on my hair (swallowing only a strand or two, but making a great effort) and sang of his love for “Dada” (Me.) When he was ready to play with Paul he leaned over and with all the yearning a toddler has, called, “Mama!” […]
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