Author: christrelstad

I have an obscure addiction to cleaning unexpected items throughout my home.  If there is hair in the drain of any sink or tub, I will roll up my sleeves and stop at nothing until the last strand is out.  It is not unusual to find me on my hands and knees working vigilantly picking… Continue reading Time for Tea

I am very tired. Two kids sick with a cold and now I feel like I am coming down with it...ugh. I did however feel compelled to write for my Art's Daughter page. The snowy day got me thinking.....there will be a "part two" to this little story. Please over look all my mistakes...too tired… Continue reading Art’s Daughter

The big grey car came to the school.  No one could say for certain why.  It was a Tuesday morning.  The sky was dark and the air was cold.  The three-story brick school house looked ominous set against that dreary morning of a back-drop sky. The car pulls up to the curb in a no… Continue reading And They Came for the Children

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