This is the story one little family
making its way from the
salty shores of New England
to the suburbs of Chicago.
It won't always be easy,
but as long as we're together,
we'll find a way to bloom where we're planted.


Thursday, January 15, 2015

My kitchen floor



I'm not sure Mr. Fleetwood catches as many crumbs as I do when he sweeps the lunch room floor each day at school.  Some days it feels like I share my table with a pack of wild animals!


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