A Message From My Laundry

Inside the house smells like maple syrup, but we are outside, hanging clothes on the line.Q is standing with an action hero in hand, explaining to me how his little-plastic-man-who looks-very-much-like-a-helicopter-pilot, is an excellent skateboarder. I can't see him from behind the towels, but I nod my head seriously and muster up belief. Of course … Continue reading A Message From My Laundry