When we still worked together, a coworker and friend of mine from London liked to call me every July 3 to wish me a "Happy Treason Day." He liked to follow-up by calling me an "ungrateful colonial" and promised to stop sending my team Cadbury chocolate, English tea, and Guinness Beer. Of course, I got... Continue Reading →
Flying on their own
The talk in the car came rapid-fire. One minute my daughter would spit back the GPS directions on her phone, yelling for me to turn right or left, the next minute, my wife, her face scrunched close to her phone looking at apartment complexes, would ask my daughter if she had checked out an apartment... Continue Reading →

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