Where adventurageous still means something
Half really creepy, half super endearing, all clearly done by my mother—the first thing that anyone visiting my parent’s will see is a grand mural of my mom’s favorite photo of the grandchildren. Every time that I visit it is like a little game that I get to play, can I notice if she changed …
So one of the things that I was pretty insistent about when I went to my parents’ house this weekend was taking a picture of the two of them so that my mother could update her Facebook profile picture. I mean, really, it has been a couple of years and the last one was taken …
When I was younger and lived in probably one of the least upscale sections of Clifton Park, on the very hottest days of summer, my mom used to kidnap children in the neighborhood and myself and drag us to the mall. At the time I assumed it was an attempt to curb our passion for …