Making my kids hate me one post at a time.
My dad was almost never on time, but he always showed up. When I was in elementary school, Gene was a postman. He always wore an official postal service-blue pith helmet to protect his head from the sun, carried a skinny can of dog-spray and drove a super cool mail truck with low built-in benches in the back that I […]
My dad is the most practical man on the face of the planet. Without fail, and meaning every word of it, he always asked me and my sisters for things like batteries, socks and fingernail clippers for every single gift-giving holiday. My husband is much, much less practical. And therefore, much harder to please. But […]
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