Mark’s never been much of a dancer. He attributes it to a “lack of rhythm,” that thing that allows most people to clap and sing...

{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause,...

Mark’s dad and step-mom gifted us with a week at a lakeside condo in East Texas with an indoor waterpark.  Winter coats? Check. Warm clothing and...

Toss it up to my naiveté or young idealism that this never dawned on me before having children, but let me just say, parenting is HARD....

Ahem. Testing. Testing. Is this thing on? Cheers to 2012 and to life! This life that pulls and fills and exhausts, only to leave me bloated...

It really is a wonderful life. And we all wanted to make sure you remembered, so this is how we celebrated you this year on...

That’s right folks: I’m back. I can hardly believe SIX MONTHS have past since I’ve last posted. Older, wiser parents regularly state, “it all goes...

Calling you delightful, Olive, seems like a drastic understatement or cliche (sadly, words limit us at times to describe the full measure of a person),...

You are a force, Burke. Not the force, but a force nonetheless. Whether throwing your body to tackle someone or wrapping your legs and arms around...

We don’t get much snow here in central Texas; endless, hot summer days infested by mosquitos seem to be more our thing. So when giant,...