At first, I learned to prepare for it. Later, I sometimes even looked forward to it. And now I’m going to miss it. “Hi, Miss Kristine!” The tiny girl voice wafts through the backyard before I even have both feet on my deck. “Hey, can I tell you something?” This is how the ritual has…
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.
