It was the season of Lent four years ago when my then four-year-old niece Lainey used her charming innocence and candy corn (…yes, candy corn) to teach me an unforgettable lesson. Read the full story…
My son used to jokingly respond, “Not that I know of.” when people inquired, “Do you have any kids?” Perhaps you have to know him to understand the humor. Funny.
I find myself struck with this question, or more specifically, “So, how many kids do you have?” Read the full story…
Tis the season to be asked over and over, “Are you ready for Christmas!?” It’s a seasonal question we pull out every year. Part of our comfortable, don’t-get-too-deep language; like asking, “How are you?” after you’ve said hello.
For the past several years, I’ve adopted a new outlook. Read the full story…
“But… how can the Easter Bunny REALLY get to every single house in just one night?”, she inquired, enunciating every single word, her chocolate eyes peering at me from beneath a furrowed brow. Read the full story…
Sperm or egg a parent does not make. How do I know? I have children. Yet, I’ve never given birth.
Grant, now 27, was my first. If I could wrap love in bacon and sauté it to perfection, that would be my son. Read the full story…
