Word. Word is a strange word…the longer you stare at it, the odder it becomes. Stranger still is the
My son texted me last night and said, “We have some really big news.” This is life; we are born
While Brandon was home this winter he was imitating a Coast Guard cutter on our frozen pond, whacking the ice
It gives me great pause to consider that President Trump, (if I had written that a year earlier, I would have typed LOL after Trump), enters the White House with infinitely more hubris than any predecessor, even without hearing as yet, Hail to the Chief.
These are the salad days of my son and daughters, my nephews and nieces, not that they are cold and
I was holding Jude when I realized why I steal babies. We were at Jace and Carly Davis’ wedding and
I miss the elocution of Yogi Berra. He once said, “The future ain’t what it used to be.” Last night