The gingerbread man never had a chance. Neither did Honey, who could only watch his mama inhale the whole cookie herself while he stood by helplessly. (Don’t worry. He and Nutmeg got cookies of their own later.)
"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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March 2010
"Lamb-y, then whammy! Get some tickets to Miami! Snow is easing, but we're still freezing. It may be spring by the astronomer, but not by the thermometer. Mighty fine, then leonine."
Saturday, Mar 13
Cloudy
Currently: 50˚F
Feels Like: 47˚ F
Hi: N/A˚, Lo: 39˚
Walton, WV
courtesy of weather.com
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