What will the neighbors think?

Everyone dreams of it, but nobody wants to be seen as actually rich.

“Where is your brother?”, I asked, not trying to think of all the bad in the world. “He is still talking to that lady a few houses to the left, the one that gave us candy the other day.” Hansel and Gretel have had a great influence on my thinking, I have to admit.

There is a limit to everything. Too much is too much.

Clothes weren’t considered a personal choice for kids. They were a necessity, mostly hand-me-downs or sewed at home by my mom. Unfortunately, as a kid, I really didn’t appreciate handmade clothes. Like, really not.

Back in elementary school, I remember learning about the cycle of water for the first time. It’s the cycle that enables all life on earth. A cycle of blessings.

“Who am I to you?” That’s the kind of question calling for trouble. We all know that. It’s the perfect indication that something is wrong. “Who am I to you?” will almost always end in a conflict that will reveal some truths.