The first (long) leg of our journey is over. We made it to my parents’ house in Colorado, and the first thing I saw when I walked into my mother’s kitchen was my favorite cake waiting for me on the counter. Which is why I can’t write more right now. Don’t want to get crumbs in my father’s keyboard, you know.
Lessons Learned During the First Month of Scott’s Absence
The Complimentary Breakfast Buffet May Be Man’s Finest Achievement
Today in Brief
Because Moving Five Kids Across the Country Isn’t Excitement Enough
Standing on a Corner Down in Winslow Arizona