One More…What?

I remember spending time reading to my children when they were little. The Giving Tree, Owen, Lily’s Purple Plastic Purse, Those Terrible Toy Breakers, etc. But more than once I recall that they would ask me to read to them after I returned from a trip or a 16 hour day, and I was too…

Home…New Perspective

I visited my parent’s home this weekend to help with some yard work and landscaping. It’s weird to say “my parent’s home” since I grew up in that house. No matter where I’ve moved or how long I’ve been gone, the place where my parents live will always seem like my home. Poking around my…