Making Memories

I remember I used to get up early in the mornings and have tea with Dad before he went to work. Sometimes I got a dab of cologne while he shaved. I remember the holidays Mom put together, not having had many traditions in her childhood. The walnut cookies, the...

I’ve Got “That Kid”

I came home smiling. Life treated me well for a Monday. I walked through the door, tossed my keys on the island and looked into the dining room. There sat a strange six-year old, not moving a muscle. Since I don’t own a six-year old who doesn’t move a...