Waffle Wars
Sometimes, love is measured with a cranky waffle iron.
Sometimes, love is measured with a cranky waffle iron.
Happy feast of St. Joan of Arc, friends. When I was in Grade 1, I went to St. Martin of Tours in Stoney Creek. They didn’t have left handed scissors for left handed students. My mom went on a mission. My mom taught me, in that action, not to squeeze yourself into something you’re not […]