We are all part of a family of some kind. They take many shapes, forms and sizes - but are family nonetheless. And every family has seasons where something happens, something *embarrassing?*, usually caused by a certain member or members of the family - that makes all the rest of the . . .
It was cold that day. Real cold. In fact, it's been a long, cold winter for Texas, and this Texas boy of summer. So I left my Jeep running as I hopped out into the more than brisk air; to feed the Redbox machine in front of the Walgreens with a couple of Princess movies. From my . . .
"This is SO hard, Daddy! But it is SO worth it!" My 7 year old daughter, McKinley, looked up at me, sweat and dirt painting her face in a form I don't often see in our otherwise clean existence, and exclaimed the above with an otherworldly sincerity. It was Day One of our trip to . . .