Happy Father’s Day, to the Meanest Dads in the World

I remember my dad telling us stories about his dad as we were growing up. He once described him as the meanest dad in the world. “My dad didn’t believe in freedom of expression,” he told us once. As an example, he described his father’s homecoming after the war. My grandpa John got off theContinue reading “Happy Father’s Day, to the Meanest Dads in the World”

Taking Baby Steps

I can still remember wondering if our oldest son Chris would graduate from high school holding onto someone’s hand. He’d hit all his first-year milestones at the expected times:  rolling over, sitting up, crawling, cruising (walking while holding onto furniture) and then WHAM! At eight months of age, Chris developed a persistent ear infection thatContinue reading “Taking Baby Steps”