This morning, we were getting ready to head off to an IP hockey tournament. Ages 4-6 year-olds: the equivalent of herding cats. On skates. Fun times at the rink. Anyway, my 6 year old was hanging out, waiting for me to be ready already, when he said, “I hope I
I recently gave myself permission to go to New York. I’ve always been drawn to the idea of the Big Apple. The history. The architectural glamour. The diversity and the hardcore realness of it all. I’ve had fantasies of seeing a Yankees/Jays game in Yankee Stadium during fall for years.