Who Stole My Innocence?

I spent last evening with my dear friend and her 13 month old son.  Something struck me about him that I just couldn’t get over.  I kept trying to figure it out all evening.  I love babies, but it wasn’t just his cuteness factor (although this one was pretty darn...

The Stain

Recently someone told me about her struggles while painting her daughter’s bedroom.  The daughter had written on the wall with a black marker.  At first they painted over the marker assuming it would cover it, but when the paint dried, the stain remained.  They tried...