HEARTS ON THE WALL

HEARTS ON THE WALL

“Mommy, look!” my young son yelled down the stairs to me after a few minutes of being left alone in his room with his little brother. By this point, I was a mom of two, so I knew that “Mommy, look!” could reveal something cute or something destructive. It was the...
DIRECTIONALLY CHALLENGED

DIRECTIONALLY CHALLENGED

I am what some would call “directionally challenged”. I could struggle to find my way out of a wet paper bag with scissors. Navigation systems were designed entirely for people like me. Even though I have lived my entire life within the same county, I use GPS to find...