I have scratchy hands again.  the kind of sandpaper hands I had last time too. I remember when.  four years ago.  I sat with may.  Feeling sorry for myself.  because my hands were cracked and the cracks filled with coffee grinds.  And I thought, “oh my poor hands.  my poor beat up sorry hands.”  and [...]

I move to Henry’s farm … tomorrow!  This time a little scarier though as I go alone.  no dogs.  no daniel.  our family temporarily broken up.  and I think  I am ready to work.  and learn.  and be on my own for a little while.  not totally on my own. independent. Things I look forward [...]