You Would Have Liked my Dad

(Note: My dad passed away 13 years ago today. To celebrate his life, I’m sharing one of many stories that I’m sure he’d chuckle over. My dad was a mountain of laughs. What made him extraordinary, however, was the expansive compassion, love, and loyalty for the people in his life. I certainly hope to be a small reflection of the…

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Twinkle Envy

I’ve just added something new to the “Bucket List” of my life. And, you may think I’ve blown a fuse. I’d like to have – if only once –  a Christmas tree in my front yard that makes the mouths of children drop, the eyes of moms sparkle, and be the envy of every dad within a fifty mile radius.…

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Gobblehead Dad

My dad was all about efficiency. When I’d come home from college for breaks, I remember him hanging outside the bathroom door while I took a shower so he could grab the towel from me within seconds of drying off. He usually had a load of laundry waiting and he couldn’t resist the idea of a fresh, fluffed towel ready…

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Uncle Flapjack

My Uncle Jack is 92 years old. He’s my dad’s oldest brother and I think it’s safe to say that, next to my own three kids, there are very few people I love as much as I love this guy. He lives out in California but I get to see him once or twice a year – one of those…

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My Banner Family

I have a banner family. Figuratively. And recently, literally. Last week I turned fifty and, at my request, I asked my kids not to make a big deal over it. I already did something fun to celebrate my aging body earlier this year so I was content to enjoy a fun Sunday with my three kids. I’m the youngest of five…

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Kevin Cotton

My oldest child, Kevin, turns 21 today. That’s him on the left. Circa age two if I remember correctly. His Uncle Kevin, a pretty famous photographer, took the shot. I remember sitting on the sidelines for this particular photo session watching big Kevin with his fancy camera taking a picture of little Kevin holding his Mickey Mouse camera. Two Kevins. Taking pictures…

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Erma Withdrawals

I’m having Erma withdrawals. Erma as in Bombeck. Withdrawals as in I miss the sea of folks I met and was allowed to hang out with for a few days a couple months ago at the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop. And, sure, I miss Erma. But doesn’t everyone who had the joy of starting their day with a chuckle from her column?…

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Grandma Just Got WAY More Cool

For those of you who haven’t been following the storyline on here the last week or so, here’s a quick recap: I recently reconnect with one of my mom’s friends from years ago. The kind friend mails me a couple of recipes that my mother- who passed away when I was a little kid – had typed for her about…

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A Twist

I still make breakfast for my youngest son. We don’t talk much but I keep telling myself that this is like my frequent flyer points. I’m banking that each day of my short order cook stint will somehow, someway, result in a huge payback. In the meantime, however, I settle for the “thank you” I’m sure I hear him mumbling as his eyes…

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My Son is Crazie

Seriously, my son Kevin is crazie. As in “Cameron Crazie,” a student supporter of Duke’s basketball team. With Duke winning the NCAA Men’s Division I Basketball Championship in a nail-biter game against Cinderella Butler last Monday night, it’s been one heck of a dream week for every Crazie. For family and friends of a Crazie, however, it might be a challenge to be around one…

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