Destroy came tearing around the living room corner, slip-n-sliding face first into the kitchen island â€“ a less coordinated Risky Business move across the hardwood floors in Batman socks and Avengers Underoos.
There was a pause, as my little superhero decided whether to resume his reign of destruction or scream bloody murder. â€œIâ€™m ok!â€ he decided before taking off again toward the certain doom of a Lego strewn floor. Continue reading
Les Miserable â€“ a musical based on a rather morose Victor Hugo novel about a group of young idealists making one last stand at the tail end of a failed French revolution. And Iâ€™m told it apparently makes a decent movie too. (Itâ€™s on my list to see.)
I have always liked the soundtrack. And it recently it occurred to me that the song, â€œOne Day Moreâ€ â€“ sung by the ragtag gang of doomed boys â€“ isnâ€™t all that far off from the fight against prematurity. Continue reading
In college I lived with four girls in an apartment. I was known for running into the living room hallway to tell my stories. It was my little spotlight.
Weâ€™ve since grown up and moved away from our little starter apartment. But Iâ€™m still telling stories. And today Iâ€™m using this blog as my spotlight.
To share the statistics.
Because we are the story behind them. Continue reading