Family witching hour at my house was really nasty this Sunday night. Y’all know about family witching hour, right? No, it’s not the fabled time in the dead of night when supernatural events take place. It’s around five or six o’clock. Everyone is tired and done and hungry. And if something scrumptious isn’t ready toContinue reading “The journey of an imperfect childhood”
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At Midnight 