My chubby little hands just couldn’t part with it…that luxurious pink fuzzy robe that Megan purchased at Victoria’s Secret for…
Maybe it’s the creative thinker in me, but I’ve long been a fan of the magical world of wishes and…
In retrospect, it was the surprise dress-rehearsal before my daughter Megan’s 2004 cancer diagnosis. The stage was San Antonio and…
Dad was an ambitious young architecture student with an unwavering focus on a lifetime of success. His strong work ethic…
My daughter was a lover of all things Christmas. During her many hospital stays, Megan was so grateful for all…
The day the employee at Goodwill carded me under the suspicion of using a fraudulent Senior Citizen discount card was…
Dear Megan, I remember you as brave as you faced each of the 1344 days that spanned between cancer diagnosis…
A year into my training relationship with my nutrition and life coach Matt Jackson, I made a spontaneous decision to…
The pool at the apartment building is open, and within a few hours I will be parked on a luxurious…
The crowd roars in my imagination. Secretly I am an American Gladiator with a cool name like Lace or Zap. …
