This week I cried over potato chips. Specifically, Sour Cream and Onion Ruffles potato chips. I made the trek to the store for our family’s necessities. I put on my gloves and mask and gave myself the pep talk. I checked with my parents and my husband’s parents in caseRead More →
My son has loved roller coasters since he was 10 years old. For years he has ridden them alone because we were all too afraid of heights and twists and turns and, well, certain death. He is sixteen now and he still loves coasters: the bigger and scarier the better.Read More →
Most years I let my son’s due date come and go without mention. We celebrate him on the day he was actually born, as reality is different than what was to have been. He was due April 30th, 2009 and would have been 8 years old today. I imagine himRead More →
