This is the culmination of my previous post: I Trashed the Neighborhood. I told my girls I had to go next door for a moment. They asked why, and I told them I might have done something inappropriate and needed to find out if I got caught….
I stepped onto my front porch and paused to take in my surroundings. Our garbage man still hadn’t shown up. The “vacationing” neighbor kids rode their bikes up and down their driveway, passing the cushion stuffed trash can again and again. Were they guarding it? Continue reading “I Trashed the Neighborhood: Part II”
Days of Part-Time Sunshine 