This morning, I wrote a blog post about my youngest's adventures in potty training. We had a bit of a breakthrough today and I was incredibly proud because of it. And while I'm definitely proud of him, I'm also proud of me. I mean, would he be doing this if it weren't for me ( Read more... )

On the morning of August 4th, I got a call from my mother to tell me that Kathy Briles had been murdered. Kathy was the wife of my grandmother's doctor. And it hit her hard. She often went to Kathy and Doc's house for dinner. They would often come over to make sure that Grandma didn't need anything. In the 17 years since my grandfather passed ( Read more... )