This is Helen and she is nothing short of wonderful. At the age where her front teeth are missing and she still gets to live in the middle of wonder, I was captured. Her chicken’s name is tennis ball, its the white one, with fancy feathered feet. When I spent time with Helen, I left feeling better than when I came, she swept me away in her wonderland and then I had to pack my things and go back to real life. My days are spent with pre-teens and teens, which I actually love this season, but as they are growing closer to adulthood, some of the wonder fades. Thank you Helen (and mom) for inviting me in to your castle, where a bit of magic exists
