Holiday

An open letter to those worried about gaining weight over thanksgiving, be thankful God has blessed you with the wherewithal to gain a few pounds—relish your surroundings and stop fretting …

There are, according to my mother, 40,000 birds in my garage. That’s right. Forty thousand. Four, zero, comma, zero, zero, zero. I have a nice house. But I’m not a …

That Christmas was the last time my son ever saw his grandfather. Every now and then I ask him if he remembers what his grandfather said. He says he does, …

I wish the leftover ghouls and goblins would rise from the confines of their respective deep storage bins and quietly swoop in and remove the jack o’lanterns that still adorn …

The kind of work that hurts your back, sunburns your face and leaves calloused hands … but also, leaves you smiling— proud to live in a country where dirt under …

I learned two things from my grandmother—never apologize for Cousin Eddie, and NEVER wash your dishes before you put them in the dishwasher …