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...