An ugly coat. Big, puffy, and turquoise. Like deep sea glimmering turquoise. Its mass engulfing my sewing machine like a giant squid ready to squirt copious amounts of ink. I tackled it. I ripped its stitches. Took out the broken teeth that captures its prey. I hunkered down and pulled it taught willing the fabrics…
Okay, okay, the name of the cafe is a work in progress. Neither Savannah nor Ryder could agree, so a compromise was made. Welcome children to the highs and lows of committees. “Let It Go Freeze Hole Cafe” was mounted over the lunch dive spot nonetheless. $5.00 each was given in various coin amounts into…
It was 1993, I was nine years old. I had entered the 18th century John Greenhow general store in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. The wide plank hardwood floors squeaking beneath my small boots, my hands clasped in anticipation. I was overwhelmed by the spicy smells of pine, cinnamon, and my favorite – lavender. I picked up…
The Mini Macks have a little secret. They have their very own Science Lady that appears like Cinderella’s fairy godmother whenever home schooling days with me get a little boring. Bring out the bubbles!
There was this window. It was elaborate with lead lines arching throughout the clear glass. A few of the small pains had broken and an expert was needed to repair. This was just one small detail throughout a restoration of an otherwise disaster house. Yet, the passion the leader had to restore the house was…