I haven't talked too much about the actual move; like, the process behind it. I haven't because, honestly, I was busy pretending it wasn't happening. I didn't want to leave Canada, I wasn't planning on leaving Canada. I was happy in Canada. I was getting things in order to apply ...

"Where are we going, momma?" she asked me two night ago from the backseat of the car. "Home, baby", I answered. "Are we going to our new Texas house?" she squeaked softly from her carseat, and I told her we were. "Momma, dats not my home."
*gulp*
"Where is your home, babycakes?" ...

I grew up poor, and when I say I grew up poor, I don't mean that I could only afford the knock-off Caboodles; I mean that I wore my brother's old underwear and my gross annual income was the exact same as my husband's current net. MONTHLY.

We ate whatever we ...

The day before I left Canada, I went into my Safeway, just to say goodbye. There were hugs and tears and well-wishes. Man, I love those girls at my Safeway.

Now that I think about it, many of my most meaningful relationships have been forged in grocery store check-out lanes. It's ...