Tucked away in our post-delivery room, our new family basked in the glow of our newborn baby and hospital florescent light. Ryan was all of…
Author: Steve
When I was a kid, there was no worse errand to be dragged on than going to the bank. The grocery store had colorful cereal…
“My goal is …I’d like a career or something.” Sammy Gray, Realty Bites Loaded with everything I owned, my Chevy Nova pulled way from the…
We cancelled our satellite TV service last year, but I still have two DIRECTV boxes stashed in a cabinet along with a DVD player, cable…
After my third year of teaching, I planned to spend the summer writing the great American novel, or at the very least…an American novel. The…
Every summer of my childhood, my parents took our family camping. We’d trek up to Cranberry Lake in the Adirondack Mountains of Northern New York.…
His pick-up directions were neatly written out on a school bus shaped note and pinned to his bright yellow shirt. With the official school book…
When I was a kid, Academy Hills was my universe. The subdivision of colonial homes with long driveways and tree lined-streets played host to all…
At the beginning of my teaching career, on the first day of new teacher orientation, my future principal began her welcome speech by introducing Janus,…
It was rare Saturday when all of sudden the Matsumotos found themselves with nothing on the calendar. After a last minute baseball cancellation, Jenni and…