Almost every year, until I started hauling off to fun places on the opposite side of the globe, my Dad and I would pick an evening and go Christmas shopping together in Freeport, ME.  Shopping was followed by a hearty dinner...

"Ouch!  Direct hit!  Nailed me in the arm!" Me to Evie. We were in a game of dodgeball-lite, using little green apples we found on the beach. Me to Scott, "Incoming on your 8!" He narrowly avoided a lobbed apple...

I like to try to make connections between what's going on and what we're feeling.  If I had to make a best guess, I'd say our last year was all about strangling every last second of fun out of every...