My brother did it again. In the spirit of Christmas, he found a new way to get under my skin. The card he left under the Christmas tree looked innocuous enough. The envelope puffed out a bit, prompting me to silently muse about what kind of gift card may have been stashed in the fold. Starbucks? Best... Continue Reading →
When losing is winning
I've said it before: even more than I like to win, I HATE to lose. But last Saturday, my son beat me in a road race for the first time ever. He didn't even hand me the defeat gently; he blasted my time by almost two minutes. I'd like to say I had a bad... Continue Reading →