After the storm, we packed up our bags…every piece of our belongings…and moved into a teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy hotel room. Five of us sandwiched in between luggage, laundry baskets, jackets, backpacks, and toys. Ready to hunker down for the next couple of months. At first, it was quite unsettling. We had waited months for… Continue reading
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The Little Things
Frustration. I could feel it mounting. Like coffee percolating getting ready to boil.