— 1 — Did you think I was done talking about Mardi Gras? Me, too. We were both wrong. Last Friday morning, my car started making a horrid metallic screeching sound – not when I applied the brakes, but just minding my own business driving down the road. Knowing I was headed to Birmingham the next morning,… Read More
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Sun-Beams: February 2015 Edition
In the recap of the reader survey last month, I let you know that I planned to discontinue Sun-Beams as a weekly feature. Going forward, Sun-Beams will be a (mostly) monthly feature, but it will remain a collection of links to stories, articles, photos, or videos I have come across that I believe will inspire,… Read More
How Coming Full Circle on a Race Helped Me Come Full Circle on My Heartache
Last week was a rollercoaster of emotions for me. The kids were out for the Mardi Gras holiday on Monday and Tuesday, and Mr. Andi decided to use his last couple of vacation days to hang with Nathan – Sarah Kate and I headed north to Birmingham for a return checkup to her rehab doctor;… Read More
The Kids Are All…Wright?
Many times I’ve said to myself, “Our family could be a reality show.” Between Sarah Kate, Nathan, Mr. Andi’s adventures, and the dogs, we could entertain families across the nation for at least a couple of seasons – even if we only covered the stories related to food and poop (TMI?) But while our life… Read More
Seven Snippets: Mardi Gras Recap, Ash Wednesday Sinning, and Mr. Andi Gets Handy
— 1 — How did you spend your Fat Tuesday this year? Sarah Kate and I spent it up in Birmingham at her rehab doctor’s office. Since the kids get Monday and Tuesday off for Mardi Gras, we scheduled her six-months-since-the-last-visit checkup. Dr. Mendoza said Sarah Kate looks better now than she’s ever seen her,… Read More
I’m Heartbroken Today, and There’s Something I Want You to Know
Friends, my heart is broken today. On Tuesday, February 17, a friend of mine since elementary school decided this world would be better off without him. Exactly one month earlier, a college friend of mine made the same choice. The first blow hit me hard; the second one broke my heart. My friend Stephen was one… Read More