Browsing: First Person

My childhood Thanksgiving memories are practically nonexistent. That’s because my parents and I dined with strangers in places I never…

Like it was yesterday, I recall pulling out the hand-me-down bunny costume from Amanda’s older cousin Donna. Pink and white,…

“Remember when my school supplies consisted of some folders, pencils and crayons?” my daughter said, laughing, as we laid out…

Times are definitely different from when I was a kid. We played outside all evening with the neighborhood kids until…

I walked home after waving goodbye to my daughter, Amanda, on her first day of kindergarten. I was thankful for…

My kindergarten report card stated, “I am not sure little Debbie is aware she is talking half the time she…

Jaye and Em know where the fireflies live. Ask them, and my daughters will tell you: under the cedar trees…

My daughter was always drawn to the water, but for years and years she wasn’t allowed to get her head…

It’s a Saturday but I woke at 7 a.m. I arrive downtown with seconds to spare, holding a wig and…

When you go shopping for a bathing suit, it’s like stepping in quicksand. You browse the racks and carry armfuls…