Apparently, I do. This afternoon, Husband was showing me some photos that he took while shooting hoops with Girl Child and Boy Child (before Boy Child socked him in the stomach with the ball). As he was flipping through the pictures, he paused and said, “Awww…Harry Potter!” It was then I realized I had totally… Continue reading Who forgets Harry Potter?
I left home in 1996. I was fresh out of high school and the world beckoned. I moved about three hours from my hometown — far enough away to spread my wings (and make stupid decisions without stern parental repercussions), but close enough to get home if I missed it or if there were family… Continue reading Going Home