Happiness. It's relative.
I’m such a better parent since I stopped raising kids. Seriously. You know how I know this? Here’s my story. It’s Saturday morning. There is a lot to do to get ready for our annual Three Kings celebration – a gathering of families who’ve… Continue Reading “A Shadow of My Former Self: How Grandmothers are Different”
On Saturday, I took my granddaughter, Alita, to watch her dad and grandfather play baseball for the Red Dots, a team in the old Un-American League started at Kern Park by a bunch of Riverwest lefties in the 70’s. It’s kind of a weird thing… Continue Reading “Red’s Wrap One Year Anniversary Post”
This is my granddaughter, Alita. And I have reason to believe that she has fallen asleep in someone’s arms every night of her life. Tomorrow she will be 5 years old. I raised four kids. All of them slept in their own beds. In… Continue Reading “Don’t Read This, Bevan Baker”
It’s funny how things work out. How we end up doing things we didn’t think we’d still be doing after already raising four kids. Every Friday, right around this time, we go on Bear Watch. Friday night to Monday morning – every week. Car seat,… Continue Reading “Bear Watch”
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