On Condolences, From My Son
Atticus wrote a note to his teacher on the passing of her father. He wrote it with compassion.
A Mother’s Arms Are Made of Tenderness and Children Sleep Soundly in Them
Tricia’s father fought a long battle before he left us a few months ago. This is a post from one such fight in the summer of 2009.
Tricia Stands On Large Hill, Peers Over It
Happy birthday, Tricia!
A Dozen Years of Marriage: Our Story
Happy Anniversary to the luckiest woman in the world.
Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything
Today is my birthday. The boys made me stuff.