I’d like to preface this article by saying first world problems. I don’t know why exactly but I had hoped to avoid having an elf.
I started working Christmases at The Backpacker, my family’s business, when I was 11 years old. The Backpacker is in the increasingly rare category of
I often write posts and then sit on them for a few days to make sure that I feel good about what I’ve written. Since
I walked into Fleet’s room. He was sitting on the stairs of the bunk beds that he shares with his brother. I sent him there
I had the honor and pleasure and all the other good words of spending a few days with my best friend last week. It’s no
I was sitting in the living room after school the other day feeding the baby. The bigger kids were playing all around me. Little Luke
The parking lot at the park we frequent is quite small. This morning, a truck was parked halfway on the grass. The guy who takes
I remember the first time that one of my kids ever told me about a dream they’d had. He was 4 years old. It was
