At the end of a day–good, bad or somewhere in between—I drink from a spring I know is far from eternal. My youngest and I read. Usually, one of us aloud to the other. Oh, and yes, we fight over which book to choose. We take turns now, a twist that has come into the…
Author: candidkay
Experienced journalist, marketing exec and mother of two, I write about life as I know it. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes hilarious. But always interesting.
