For years, I have had this love/hate relationship with Christmas. Well, maybe even the whole holiday season starting with Halloween. I don’t know why, because I’m always excited to see pictures from the kids or, even better, to see them. I will say it has gotten stronger, this emotion or feeling I have. This year…
I was in the shower the other day and had a, what I thought to be brilliant, idea. We have a property that is being given to Jen and I as a result of us covering costs for funerals for Mom and Dad. It was my dad’s idea and although some might look at us…
We are on the tail end of our annual sojourn to Lake Tahoe, Napa, and Sonoma. What started out as an annual trip to hike and bike the scenic area of Lake Tahoe has turned into a mission of wine experience and retrieval from one of the greatest wine regions of the world; Napa Valley…
We have on numerous occasions had kids or guests join us on vacation. Most of the time we come away with great memories, but sometimes not so great. It’s nobody’s fault, it is more the situation of exhausted parents, kids tired of being yelled at, terrible two’s, different agendas, alcohol, and several more possible answers…
It’s been a few weeks and I’m starting to have feelings of loss. For so long, I only had the feeling of dreed in how would we care for Mom along with the frustration that it felt Mom wasn’t doing what she could to help herself or us. I have some guilt that I wasn’t…
I’m pondering my kids lives and feel I’m sitting by as it all unfolds and am finding it difficult how they handle things, without me that is. Imagine that! As their Dad, I want to jump in and offer advice, provide the magic word that gives them confidence, pass along my sage wisdom of things…
