A Grandfather’s Love, Demonstrated in Freeze Pops

As the weather starts to break a bit, we make plans for Spring Break, and I book my kids in a variety of Summer camps,  I am reminded that this summer will be different because we won't have my dad to share the summer with,  My dad kept these on the rotation, in every flavor. Not even sure how he gets them now because I think they are the equivalent of "kid crack"--made with artificial coloring, flavoring, and sugar . To my kids though, these freeze pops were love and summer wrapped in a bow.

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It's hard out here for a blogger... Lately, I have caught a little flack because of information contained in this blog from a variety of sources. I have been accused of revealing too much, revealing too little, revealing the “wrong types of things”. I have even been asked, “what exactly did happen in San Francisco?!”

I am sure that the messengers thought their comments would dissuade me. However, the biggest compliment that you can pay a writer is to read her work. All I could think was, "Geez, are people really interested enough in what I write to get upset about it?!" I got energized. I got giddy. And, as you can see, I've kept writing.

So, thanks to all of you who come to Chaton's World and enjoy it. Thanks to you who keep coming back, but don't know why. And thanks to you who have given me such "constructive" criticism.

Y'all come back now, ya here! There’s so much more in store!


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