My Favorite Part is the Drive
“What was your favorite part of the trip, guys?” The bedtime gratitudes were about to begin. I love this part…
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“What was your favorite part of the trip, guys?” The bedtime gratitudes were about to begin. I love this part…
Continue ReadingThe love of grandparents in a child’s life is irreplaceable. I have such fond memories of spending time at my…
Continue ReadingI miss my mom. The things I miss about her surprise me. I miss how easily she put an elaborate…
Continue ReadingGrief steals my thoughts, my time, and my emotions with just one recollection. I can be driving and listening to…
Continue ReadingThere is something about the open road, the endless possibilities that await out there, that calls some of us to…
Continue ReadingMy kids started packing their suitcases first thing this morning. We’re not headed to the beach or to Disney. No…
Continue ReadingWhen I think of my childhood, I immediately think of my grandpas. There are very few memories that don’t contain…
Continue ReadingMost of my childhood is buried in a landfill near Houston. This is not a metaphor, but the terrible outcome…
Continue ReadingI recently heard a young child when asked if he ever thinks about a particular adventure that happened when he…
Continue ReadingTonight my husband and I started decorating for Christmas. It’s different now. We slowly put up the tree these days,…
Continue ReadingYou know they say you can’t go home again. I always assumed my parents would have our childhood home forever.…
Continue ReadingI spent the past week at my parents’ house helping my dad recover from his hip replacement surgery. While I…
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