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...
The Question Driving down an isolated stretch of Rt 2 in North Dakota Evie said from the back, “Mommy, why are we always leaving people behind?” I could hear the sadness in her voice. Scott held his breath. Heavy. A lot rode...
Scott, “How does that look?” Me, “Terrible.” He pulled forward a bit and then backed up into exactly the same spot. Him, “How about now?” Me, “Still terrible.” He tried again and ended up in the same place. “How about...