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The [Old Man, the Old Mom] and the Teen College Visit
Excerpt: I’d already had to look for my dad twice when our tour guide was about to take us to another location. After the second time daddy was MIA, I asked him, “Do I need to hold your hand?” 5 Min Read
Microblogging on the perfect cup of Joe and Scentsy stuff...
Excerpt: I've found my new favorite Scentsy scent. I'd been wishing to find the perfect scent. But I can't take the credit for finding it. Daddy sniffed it out.
Coffee Break With A Special Guest
I have a special guest today! Over a month ago, without running it by mom, I called daddy directly and asked, "Can I have mom for a week in May?" I completely caught him off guard so he was super cool about it...
Coffee Break: On Busy Weekends with Family
A daddy visit rarely goes by where he isn't the star of the show on my blog. This post was originally going to be about his particular need to have Amy's pizza on Friday nights and doctoring it to his liking while listening to his music...
My Daddy: Roasted & Toasted
We aren't mushy, chatty, huggy, or kissy. It just hasn't ever been our thing. I mostly remember him saying, "Gimme five" and me slapping his hand in return. And yes there was that once upon a little girl who talked him to death...
Three Storytelling shorts, featuring "Who farted?"
Last week when I wrote about not having anything to write about, my daddy commented "I gave you a list of things to write about. Pick one." So with his permission, I present...
Guess WHO?
SEO won't give a crap about the WHO in my title, but WHO cares. I've got a little story to share with ya!
A Cure for Writer's Cramp...
Prologue: Daddy and I were riding in the car on the way out of town to shoot a Marine Corps Ball. He said, "I've got some blog topics to help you with your writer's cramp."
Love & Hardship...
An anniversary tribute to my mom and dad. When I look at my parents, then and now, I'm in awe of their love, hardship and endurance. I am so glad they've been my roles models - for better and for worse.
The Universal Man. Is it a thing?
My parents were here this weekend to see Christopher's first football game. My mom and I had already talked about what I needed to get from the grocery store. So the menu was set. No one was going to have to worry about going to the grocery store or wonder about what to eat. It really should be as simple as that.
We've come this far by technology...
Twenty-five years ago, you couldn't have told me that there would come a day that I'd want to communicate with my parents everyday or that a day would come that I would. In the last 16 years our greatest communication has been through writing - snail mail and beyond. Here's the story.
My Daddy: Gruff with love...
here’s a way that his forehead goes back when I’ve struck a nerve and he’ll say to my mom “Make her leave me alone.” That phrase goes back to when I learned how to talk...
I've been woods sick...
From this day forward...
Weekend at Mimi's...
I enjoyed my weekend as usual. I'm off the mommy clock when I go home. Papa Bear was out of town so I was off the wife clock as well.
Cool Parents...
have some really cool parents. I was telling someone the other day how close I am to my parents - close in age and relationship. I said, "If they weren't my parents, they'd probably be friends of mine." We have even bridged the gap on technology.
If you can't stand the heat, get out of the man cave...
Geek Squad: There's a daughter for that...
First comes love, then comes marriage...
She retreated to another room to talk to my dad on the phone she reminded me of a teenager. When they talked at night, the light was out and I imagined that she was twirling her hair around the tip of her finger.
What happens in the kitchen...
Just to illustrate how much he stays out of the kitchen, he just recently found out that the things I made were from scratch and that mom and I hadn’t been making box cakes all these years...