Disneyland with a side of cancer

I'm in a friend's Redmond driveway, ready for our kids to have a playdate together. My husband has come along to haul Allison's car in the back of his Jeep, so she can race her friend Jacob who has the same car (in green, not pink) around their large yard. Gunny's telling our friend about the... Continue Reading →

Care and Feeding of a Small Tyrant

Because I was cracking myself up writing this, I am sharing some excerpts from the three-page document I wrote for my mother on the Care and Feeding of Baby Trixie. Language "If she points at the freezer she wants a popsicle. “Arcle” means popsicle, but it also means bicycle and motorcycle. If she’s pointing at... Continue Reading →

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