A Full Tank

I had been working on a project all day. My stomach grumbled and complained after being neglected for at least 12 hours. The project seemed near completion thirty times over, the inner voice–“Almost done … just a few more minutes.”–repeating on a loop over the course of the day. I guzzled several glasses of water…

Matching scars

My boys have matching scars. They both have a horizontal line on the left side of their foreheads. This was not planned. When Hunter was about one and a half years old, my mom and sister rode with us on the train down to San Juan Capistrano. We had a wonderful lunch followed by a…