Gather 'round…
"What we speak always returnsWith a spike of barbsOr the sweet taste of berries in summer."~ Joy Harjo, Song 6. Let 'Em Eat Grass We've all learned, at one time or another--probably many, many times--how powerful our words are, but we don't often sit with the power of our tongue and really give it our... Continue Reading →
I had to make a clandestine run for breast milk this morning. One of the kiddos, who shall remain nameless, appears to have contracted pinkeye over the weekend, and for those who don't know, breast milk is the single best cure for pinkeye. Scoff if you must, but don't cry to me about your goop.... Continue Reading →
Tales From the Nexus 