My grandson, Jack, and I may share a birthday, but our approach to this day is wholly different. This year, Jack’s birthday began when he crawled into bed with his parents and his leg jittered like a jackhammer. My son… Read More ›
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Our Stuff: The end
In the past, I’ve recounted the evolution of our things. It’s the tale of the American dream: big house, tons of stuff. And the American nightmare: big house, tons of stuff. It came about much like the time a huge… Read More ›
Charity Bird… continued
Monango, North Dakota is a desolate place. Why my great great grandparents James Holloway and Charity Bird Holloway decided to homestead there, I’ll never know. But in my mind, it raises the coolness factor of my family dramatically. I grew… Read More ›
Beaujolais Nouveau Day
Nestled between the southern border of Burgundy and the city of Lyon is the French wine region of Beaujolais. This is an area of predominately red wine which, by AOC proclamation, must be made from handpicked gamay grapes. The wine… Read More ›
The Perfect Home
I found this post in the draft folder of my blog. It’s similar to one I wrote in 2016, but it’s still relevant so I thought I’d reiterate it, and then catch you up on our current thoughts. First, here’s… Read More ›
The World In Between 