Back to the family vacations.There wasn’t a Stuckeys where we didn’t eat Pecan Log Rolls, and there probably wasn’t a stretch of highway where we didn’t pull over so I could puke. This was pretty much how it went. They would drive, I would puke. Once when we were home...

We took the Little Pirate to NYC for the weekend. It was a mix of unexpected snobbery with sides of nastiness and a few scraps of genuinely good behavior. I almost don’t know what to think anymore of the place I’ve considered “home” for my entire life.The bouts of...

Watching the Pirate puke all over Cool Dad the other day really brought back some memories of my own childhood. There was nothing like growing up in the 70’s. I am the youngest of my parent’s three children and the only girl. Having older brothers meant I endured...