“Oh!” Barb pulled back and swung her head right and left, looking at the shoulders of her t-shirt that now had hand-shaped splotches of clay. She laughed. “No big deal. I never come out of pottery class unscathed!” Barb used her t-shirt to wipe her tears from her eyes and managed to get eyeliner on…

I ran up to the third floor to check on the kids. I peeked into the two bedrooms and all three kids were sawing logs. Sound asleep. I noticed the light on in the office and stepped though the door. Lydia was bent over the computer scrolling through some work. “Good evening Lydia!” I greeted…

The LITs’ jumped to their feet as Marie and Dane clapped their hands and yelled. “Let’s go guys, as you are! This is it! Come on! Down to the boat house! Now!” The LITs who had worn the extra clothing looked triumphant, while the LITs in their shorts and t-shirts looked a little chagrinned. “I…