I am buried under vast heap of marking right now. It’s a normal condition of my job, but no one around here is too pleased about it. My poor husband has to come visit me in the kitchen where I’m toiling away, and Sherman finds good spots near me to sit, pace, or lie down…
What Matters
Of all the things that define you, who and what you love makes no difference to my opinion of you. It doesn’t matter to me whether you love God in the Judeo-Christian sense, or Allah, or Jehova, or any of the other myriad forms of higher power, whether recognized by an organized religion or just…
Blue Speckled Pup 