Imperfect Prose: The Radio and The Rules

In the 80's I watched all God's people and my parents work hard at perfection.We followed the rules in our family. We didn't say "butt" because it was rude. I went into Kindergarten convinced that "stupid" was a very bad word. Madonna was second cousins with the devil.And I was exhausted. If you can't say … Continue reading Imperfect Prose: The Radio and The Rules

A Declaration From The Ice Queen

The night was pretty rough.I decided (at 1 a.m.) to never again read "The Billy Goats Gruff" before bedtime. Smaller minds can't handle the drama.So, I took the haunted three year old to bed with me and he pat my back as I hauled him down the hall. It was a glimpse of beautiful, five … Continue reading A Declaration From The Ice Queen