The Joy of Being My Father’s Passenger
Earlier this week I joined my dad for a quick trip to Kentucky to pick up the daughter of a Romanian friend of Dad’s, who is in college and who is heading home to Romania for Christmas. I asked if I could ride along because I wanted the time with my dad. The ride ...
The end of “Fat Tuesday”
When I decided I wanted to go ahead with the surgery, I started getting very proactive. I was eating well, exercising a lot, pursuing accountability – stuff like that. And as I moved forward, something sprung in me. I wish I could explain it better, but my feelings reminded me of an old episode of ...