I may have mentioned once or seventeen times that I was born, raised and still live in western New York and that everyone in my
Eleven days have passed since I flew down to North Carolina to stay with my mother after my father suffered a stroke. Today: My father
I have a project in mind. ((whoosh)) That was the sound of Nate sprinting out the front door. He’s still working on the last project
Around this time last year, we were gearing up for a trip down to North Carolina to stay with my parents over Thanksgiving. A fourteen
I swear, I don’t know what you North Carolinians are putting in your water, but you guys grow the funkiest spiders. Excuse me while I