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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