The season for watching Hallmark movies is upon us. I watch them even though they are cheesy, often wildly preposterous, and total B.S. My childhood was carefree, other than watching my little brother, doing chores and being the third girl in my family. We always ate together at the dinner table. We always did our chores without resistance (well, usually) and we always had a Christmas tree with presents beneath it. We would go out on the 30 acres we owned to find the perfect
Be the human you are, reconnect with Mother Nature,
and be kind to one another.