On Sunday we signed Ivy up for t-ball. Then we went store to buy her a tiny glove and begin the task of learning to play catch. It was the moments you would expect (from tears after being hit to jumps of joy when the ball stayed – can not honestly write “caught” – in […]

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Ivy prepared to cross the street by herself. She paused to check for cars. Seeing one over a block away, she waited. The car was so far away I urged her to go on across (the car turned on a side street before ever coming to our house). She ran to the other side and […]

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Occasionally, Meg will leave me with the girls, and in those moments the survivability rate drops significantly. Thankfully so far everyone has made it through unscathed… at least physically. Mentally you are never sure what you have done to your children. Along the path they are certain to inform you of all your mistakes… but I would […]

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During the market crash it looked like the end of the auto industry here in America. The Big Three gathered in Washington to beg for a bailout and everyone was scurrying from their stock shares. Of course when everyone else is running, that is the time to buy. So my dad, my brother, and I […]

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Rick Bradford was the first to tell me. I suppose it is a sign that I do not read enough people magazine*, but I was barely aware that Jay-z and Beyonce were even expecting a child – much less did I know they named their little girl Blue Ivy. I would say Meg and I […]

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