This Year's Love

Hello Mother, Hello Father, Here I am at Camp Kavanaugh's (come on...add the extra syllables). Things here are entertaining. I think we...

The 'ole disclaimer: I've written this post at least a dozen times in my head, but I never could work it out. And with my brother...

There's a poem by Erma Bombeck that compares a dad to the light in the refrigerator, claiming that every house has one but no one knows...

I have a dream. Not an awe-inspiring, change the world dream but a dream nonetheless, and when I was seven months pregnant, I broke the news...

For six and a half years, Stanley was our number one. John brought him out in a little basket for Christmas in '05, and ever since then ...