The Bluebell Project (continued): In Which We End Where We Began

"Why are you crushing those flowers?" "I'm not crushing them--I'm pressing them. To try and preserve them." "Oh." (the "whatever, Mom" was implied) "They're bluebells! Like Uncle Charlie's album named after the Brontes' poems! Remember the four kids who had great imaginations like you guys and wrote--" "Can I play Minecraft now? I ate lunch."…

Lego My Ego, My Precious

It's PCS season, moving season. It is usually around this time, the two-year mark, that I become surly, jealous, restless, and resentful as I watch friends and strangers pack up their lives and get ready to start over somewhere else. I love moving. I love the prospect of arriving at a new place where nobody…