I have never stepped foot inside a Planned Parenthood location. Sure, I’ve seen them, driven past them and maybe even parked out in front of a Planned Parenthood once in Philly or Denver or somewhere else I’ve been over the years. But I’ve never been inside. And yet, AND YET, […]
We were beat tired. Tired like the punchlines from her kid sister’s joke book. The two of us, dad and daughter. We’d completely run out of steam. After a long night and early morning of driving… After 75 minutes of hurling ourselves around a frozen curling court… After hours spent […]
I’ve been on this earth for nearly 500 months. I’ve seen more sport, live and in person, in May 2017 than any single month in my life. I did it all in the fuel efficient comfort of my charming, sporty, hybrid beauty, cherry red Kia Niro. The Kia Niro drives […]
Rosewater spray, an ocean of wavy dark brown curls and eyelashes with more drama than a contrived soap opera actress. All real. A stiff as starch white button up shirt, two dresses and one denim vest. All real. Hysterical laughter, pink frosting on noses, and dad and daughter memories that […]
I like to reciprocate, always. In fact, acts of service and gift giving are my love languages. It’s how I demonstrate love and affection for others. My yearning to give and to give back is true on Father’s Day too. Father’s Day is a day that is, by definition, carved […]
There’s a graduation party for every grade now. A child “graduates” from Pre-K to Kindergarten. Then, a short 12 months later, there’s yet another ceremony to honor that illustrious year of building with blocks and inner ear infection co-pays. Some schools are also audacious enough to squeeze in a couple […]
For a long while now I’ve been fond of saying, when speaking lovingly about the golden age of family music, that the reason the current generation of all-ages, kindie, family, children’s music is so flipping fantastic is that the songs being written, recorded and released are not all freshly baked […]
Whatever it means to be normal child, I’m pretty darn sure I wasn’t one. Some kids visualize hitting a 9th inning home run with the count full to win the World Series in walk off fashion. I longed to tend lovingly to the needs of my guests during a busy […]
