Physically and Socially Clumsy

Watching my second daughter, Chelsea, race, the one who inherited my ADD, was an eye opener. She was in first grade at the local Titchy Swat (school for kids up to third grade in Kenya.) One day they had a sports day. There were wheelbarrow races, three legged races, and other races also. It was... Continue Reading →

May 21, 2018 8

Those Hated Complications

During my youth, I hated complications. I would make plans, and sometimes, make alternative plans, but if I got waylaid with something unexpected, it was game over. I avoided trying to tell someone directions like the plague, for I could see the route, but the directions came out muddled. Don’t even get me started on... Continue Reading →