When I was a kid my parents had my brother’s bronzed baby shoes sitting on the mantle above our fireplace. They were, at one time, a pair of all leather, high top lace up shoes with a rigid bottom, a trophy of accomplishment for his having learned to walk. A skill that was no doubt[More]
Continue ReadingSummer vacation is half over for my 7 year old. Every day he asks, “How many more days until school starts?” He misses his first grade teacher and can’t wait to see her again. I on the other hand dread back to school because of the shopping. My son is particular and difficult to fit.[More]
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