My kids are brilliant. My husband is hot. My life is full. My job is at home. My brain is fuzzy. My ideas are many. My talents are few. My cultures are multi. My God Redeems. My faith shakes.
My joy abounds.
"Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth." -Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Customs House