An Elk Ate My Brussels Sprouts.

No, really. I was just bragging to hubby about how smart I was to leave the last few stalks in the garden as it would provide yummy fresh-from-the-earth vegies, when I went to pick some. Pride comes before the fall. I stood looking at the mess made of all my efforts...

Perfect Lives

Isn’t it interesting how many people have perfect lives? To judge from my relatives’ posts on social media, nothing happens but bringing home trophies, straight A’s and loving family gatherings. They like smiling and church and friends and their fabulous houses and...