Stephanie Ray's Blog (1)

It was one of those old parks, large and sprawling with massive trees shading aging benches covered in too many layers of paint. The type with historical markers that made you ponder days gone by. The kids and I were taking a break from the fun and heat, eating snacks under one of several pavilions. Southern laziness hovered in the air as I heard my 5 year-old son’s voice shout urgently, “Mommy, I have to go poop!” Great timing, I thought, as I said out loud, “Okay, honey, let me get our snack… Continue