My earliest memory of a garden takes me back to Thika, Kenya, where I followed my mother around the family garden while she inspected vegetables
My earliest memory of a garden takes me back to Thika, Kenya, where I followed my mother around the family garden while she inspected vegetables
Dear Diary, Geez, it’s been a while hasn’t it? Blame it on my human secretary who couldn’t get her electronics to function properly, something that
Dear Diary, It’s about bloody time I get to write and entry again! No matter how hard I tried to get Mom to open up
Dear Diary, Wow, can you believe that this is my fifth adoptiversary with Mommy? It was five years ago to date when she picked me
Dear Diary, When I was transferred to Portugal, I was promised sunshine and warmth, but somehow, I have had very little sunshine since arriving here.
No, this has nothing to do with the Janis Ian song from the 1970s, although I suppose it could, since I really don’t know the