Last night, my youngest daughter came to me frustrated by something she was trying to draw. Irritated, she handed me the blue pen and the paper she had been working with. “fix it.” She cried. ” It isn’t working.” She had toiled with it past the point of polite requests or wanting an art lesson. She just wanted a magic… Read More
As Lucky as a Four-Leaf Clover
My oldest daughter has had the nickname of Lucky for as far back as I can remember. Even as a little girl. She is one of those people that seem to have all the luck. There is one in everyone’s life, who seems to jump to the head of the line effortlessly, while the rest of us toil and sweat… Read More