Every Fourth of July used to be spent at the lake where my mother-in-law, Verona, and her husband, Red, live.
“Get a room.” My teen looked over at us with annoyance and a bit of frustration. I grinned at her and planted another big one on my husband and pulled him in closer to me in defiance.
Every time the description of a person with autism is discussed, there is always talk of their lack of social skills. Kalisha has made great strides in that area.
Which of these is a true statement?
• I love funnel cake.
• I love my kids.
Trick question! Both are true.
If the temperatures are rising, it's a given that cars will be packed and folks all across the country will be taking their version of the Great American Vacation (™).
I have no business complaining, but I’m gonna do it anyway. I mean, a person has zero right to go off about something when they themselves do it regularly too, right? I am weary, however.
My original intention for the post this week was telling about Kalisha and friends going to the Michael Jackson concert at Headwaters Park in Fort Wayne and a few other Three Rivers Festival experi
As a child, I imagined what kind of a home I'd live in when I was out on my own. It would be tastefully furnished, with matching couch and love seat and it would perpetually be tidy.
1. Someone needs to pee five minutes after you leave the rest stop.
2. You left one of three things back home on the kitchen counter: the camera, the directions or the cooler.
If you give a mom a minute, she'll look out the window as she washes the breakfast dishes and she'll notice how filthy with splatters the window over the sink is, so she'll decide to wash the windo