Every neighborhood has something. That little thing about it that makes it special. Maybe it’s the way all the houses look the same right down to the paper birch trees planted next to the wooden mailboxes along the street. Or maybe it’s the fact that there is never a weekend that goes by without the [...] [...]
I was looking through an old photo album earlier trying to find a somewhat humiliating image from my past that might be good for a post about my awkward teen years. I found one—actually I found MANY—but I also found something far more significant. Something that I was looking for a month ago and never [...] [...]
This morning we went apple picking at MacQueen’s Orchard in Holland, Ohio with JQ’s family. Apple picking has become somewhat of an annual tradition spear-headed by my mother-in-law and it is always a fun time for everyone. G-tot is finally at an age where he could really understand what we were doing and he loved [...] [...]