Mother's Day went well. I didn't wear a carnation this year; Episcopalians (at least, not the northern ones) don't have the same tradition Baptists do and I always get strange looks whenever I dress up with a red flower in my lapel (on Father's Day, they ask how long I've been a father.) But, I did buy a long-stemmed rose encased in cellophane. A ( Read more... )

I spent a ridiculously whirl-wind Father's Day weekend in Virginia and North Carolina. I've only been back 48 hours and I still have to remind myself which bathroom I'm going to when I get up at night (I know. Too much information ( Read more... )