I was riding in an Uber in New Mexico and was struck by my drivers hands. She was about my age, straddling that line between her 40s and 50's. That age where your clothes or hair might not give away your age, but your face and hands sure do. She was listening to the local … Continue reading Hands.
My son was recently going through his "old" room, (having upgraded twice as each older sibling moved out) and found a whole bunch of his "treasures". Included in this category: a bag of broken crap collected from the street while walking home from elementary school, a chunk of concrete, stuffed animals, bouncy balls (around 100 … Continue reading Growing up.
For as long as I can remember, the 4th of July has been my favorite holiday. As a kid, there wasn't an expectation of what to do. We didn't have a lake place. We didn't even know people HAD lake places. Mom would fill up the old Coleman water jug with lemonade. She'd pack up … Continue reading I think it was the 4th of July.
When Taylor was born and her first Christmas came around I went out and got her a Baby's First Christmas ornament from Hallmark. In fact, I think I got two. And most years afterwards, minus a few years here and there, after the holiday I would take the kids out and let them pick out … Continue reading Letting go.