Nellotie's Blog (1)

Color in my world will be temporarily sucked away as lines of yellow school buses rumble through country roads and highways to splash the insides of those brick and glass buildings called schools with the paint of my world. Each year I face the first day of school with more dread than the last. Years ago, back in the dark ages, the dread was for myself as a student. My world now consists of 8 grandchildren who have grown another year older. Surely an entire year has not passed. But, yes, the mo… Continue