Every Sunday for as long as I can remember my phone rang after 10am. Dad would call for a weekly check in. Sometimes I called him. Sometimes we would miss a week. Sometimes I couldn’t wait for Sunday and would call him inside a week. We always checked in. I’ll never forget the call on …
We have the official weigh in picture at the start of our race with Taylor plus Taylor’s personal best 5k time. Plus a little smack talk…
A surprise awaits you in Midlothian at the Brick House Diner. This classic family-run restaurant packs a heck of a value into their breakfast.
We jetted up to New England a few weekends ago to pay tribute to Grandmother Feary, who left us to ponder her eternal destination in January. We like to think she’s quirking a subtle smile out behind her piercing blue eyes gazing upon all of us. She was one hundred and one years of age …