Lost in the Kansas Farmland
One hour to go. One hour. I’d make it to the hotel. I’d unload the car. . . by myself I might add which is something I hate to do. I’d climb into bed and read and check email and do all the things. […]
One hour to go. One hour. I’d make it to the hotel. I’d unload the car. . . by myself I might add which is something I hate to do. I’d climb into bed and read and check email and do all the things. […]
It’s been a year since my middle son, Zach, got married to his high school love, Mikayla. Since then they have traveled to Mexico, Switzerland and Italy together and Mikayla to Austria by herself. (Might I add that I have never been across the pond […]