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 ...
Seashell Shards & Restored Relationships
This is the shard of shell I picked up on my hike when I was a kid (referenced in one of the first chapters in the book). When my relationship with Christine began to get serious, I told her the story and I asked her to hold on to the shell for me, telling her ...