Crap on my shoes, egg in my pocket (and yarn on the needles)

Mon Ami was a rescue, from a family that had hand raised him.  He didn't know how to do the poultry thing, when he first came her...

Evening. The sun goes down.  We might, or might not, have watched a little TV.  Husband starts looking at a few forums that he reads, I mi...

Food seems to be a "thing" in our family.  I was thinking about it recently. Grandpa E would cook the major meals most times, I ...

I am somewhat embarrassed to say I haven't written much on my book.  I have been thinking on plot points, but actual pages written, not ...