Our pint-sized kitchen was clean and comfy as my sister and I were sitting around the oak table eating a snack when our mother dashed in from the den. We cautiously eyed each other as mom pulled out pans, beaters, sugar, flour and peanut butter. Me, being the talker ofRead the Rest…
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“Why is it not lighting up?” My daughter Grace called through the dark to me. “Honey, it IS lighting up,” I explained. “But glow in the dark things just glow. They don’t really project light,” I told her and waited for her to ask what project meant. It’s hard toRead the Rest…
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