With apologies to Clement C. Moore...
It's the week before Thanksgiving,
And all through the house,
not a turkey was stirring,
no, nor even a louse.
I’m not that old. I swear it. You wouldn’t know it to have seen me yesterday afternoon, however. I was wandering around the parking lot at the grocery store for what felt like hours.
As I peered out the bathroom window this morning and saw the light frosting of snow on rooftops and lawns, I felt a shiver of dread.
I was feeling pretty good about myself, I hadn’t yelled at my kids for not doing their chores over the last two days, and instead of bombarding them when they got home from school, I did a chore of
One of the great things about Fort Wayne is that we are a convenient stopping point for national touring acts.
Inspired by my daughter Erin’s prayer box, I decided I would write down names and put them in a container to pull out an
Last night we were watching TV. The kids have recently latched on to the show “The Goldbergs,” and I personally love that they have. It’s like reliving my youth, one goofy episode at a time.
Though I had been at it for four years, I could never get the celebration of the adoption right for our boy.
We recently made a trek to our local pet shop and we wandered around doing our ritual of fish-gazing. I remembered back to when the store first opened and my son would beg to go there.
Hey, did you know that breast cancer exists? You do? Great!