Under and all around the Christmas tree, as far as their widened eyes could see, were presents. Nothing but presents.
Under and all around the Christmas tree, as far as their widened eyes could see, were presents. Nothing but presents.
Can military child resilience turn into adult avoidance of change?
I was fifty percent of our mother-daughter relationship and needed to take fifty percent of the responsibility.
For those of you stationed close to the equator in tropical climates — get your heads (or toes) out of the sand and take notice — up north, the seasons are changing.
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets