Jonathan’s head bobs from side to side, his brown eyes twinkling, crinkling with a smile that takes over his whole face. Encouraged, I elaborate. Coloratura variations on my old standard, “Chew, chew, chew and swallow!” Silly songs with Mommy. I’ve finally found my career niche. Since my last post, Morning Fog Burned, rays of light are piercing through. Piercing through the fog of unknowing and discouragement.

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