Yes. I call my brother Poopy. In our family, all my siblings and I have nicknames for each other. Josh’s is “Poopy”. He received this endearment because for part of our childhood he was a “Poophead”. I know. HUGE childhood insult. But I do still have the scar from the time he shot me with…
Category: breakfast
I Always Like to Begin with Blueberry Pancakes
It’s the beginning of a new adventure. I wake up with not enough room to stretch and the damp smell of salt in old pine. I can hear others around me slipping out of their sleeping bags and greeting each other good morning. There’s probably a few giggles, maybe some sleepy groans. But I’m wide awake, smiling,…
Salt&Dirt 