God bless the innocent unfiltered honesty of children. During a drive to a family lunch today, there was torrential downpour. The visibility was bad and the conditions got quite dangerous at one point. Suddenly, T says matter of factly, “Good thing I don’t live with my mother. She’s homeless. I would be soaking wet!” T’sContinue reading “Rain”
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The Homeless Man
Slowly, our little one’s innocence will be tempered with lessons about the hardships of the world. On a drive home this weekend, we stopped at a red light and a disshelved man approached each car, with a cup in his hands. We found two loonies in our car and I rolled down the window andContinue reading “The Homeless Man”
My Life With T 