Be Pokey and Smell the Roses

“You are such a pokey puppy,” I chided Micaela. All of  three years old and she was headstrong with a mind of her own. If I heard her say ‘I’ll do it’ one more time to me in a condescending way, I thought I would probably cry. So adult-like, I know. But between demanding that [Read More...]


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