Yesterday started as any normal day; my daughter Jaime and I took the boys to school, as always. My grandson Ryan, ten, goes all day and...

When I was a kid, we’d sing the song there’s a hole in the bucket. There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza, There’s a hole in...

Our Tree Not long after I bought my first house in Northern Virginia, my then significant other found a tiny maple sapling in the scruffy...

Originally posted February, 2011. Like stories about Ryan, posts about Quinn went on for quite some time, look for future Quinn stories....

He stood there, at the voting booth. He stood there and looked his ballot. It was his choice, it always had been. Travis had done the...

This was originally posted in April 2011: I didn’t blog yesterday, but I wrote, or rather, I edited. I rewrote. Yeah. I have 10 of the...