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March 26, 2015


Crisp. Cool. Delicious. There are numerous versions of this recipe floating around and there isn’t really a wrong way to make it. Come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve met a broccoli salad that I haven’t liked. This particular combination of ingredients was passed along from a colleague and we’ve probably made it a dozen times in the last six months with every intention of having it on stand-by with Spring here and Summer around the corner.

broccoli florets (12 ounces give or take)
3/4 cup mayonnaise
1/2 cup sugar
2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar
1/4 cup red onion (diced)
bacon (6 strips crumbled)
sliced almonds (or sunflower seeds)

Mix broccoli, red onion, bacon, craisins and almonds (or sunflower seeds) in a bowl. In a separate bowl mix the mayonnaise, sugar and vinegar together pouring over the broccoli mix once combined. Serve immediately or refrigerate until ready. Enjoy!

March 24, 2015


In the beginning they were tiny and square and soft and clean. Now? Now they’re slowly morphing into the opposite. Her feet are getting larger by the night and they’re slowly taking a shape of their own, arches forming and toes lengthening and sometimes they smell of vinegar and grass.  I’m not as eager to pull them close to my face as I once was. There was a time I planted my lips on the soles of her flat feet to feel her toes curl around my nose, to watch her wiggle and giggle, to soak in every detail as an effort to pause time because I knew the rumors warning me that time passes quickly would turn out to be true.  I was right. They were right. Time flies when you’re having fun and I’m having the time of my life.

One day these feet of hers will be calloused and cracked from paths traveled, from roads taken, from lessons learned, from love and loss and I’ll see them and remember their original state. I’ll remember rubbing lotion between her toes and over her heels before snapping them in footed pajamas. I’ll remember clapping them together during late night/early morning diaper changes just to see a toothless smile in return. I’ll remember when the thickness of them supported her weight as she pulled up and the wobbly balance they offered when she braved her first steps. Those first steps from an ottoman in our living room to the glass door framing the outside world, a world that is hers for the taking.

As much as I want to keep her small, I know that I can’t. I know the joy is in the journey and part of that is letting her find her own way. Parenting is so much about the teaching and the guiding and the getting by that we sometimes forget to stop and live in the moment. We forget in all the raising and the correcting and the rewarding that these caterpillars of ours will one day leave the cocoon we’ve provided for them, spread their wings and fly away. It’s then we can only hope they remember where they started, where their feet first found the ground and then we’ll see the beauty of our efforts. We’ll see the product of the seeds we planted along the way and then we’ll live in the beauty of the blossom, the footprints they've left behind after putting their best foot forward.

March 19, 2015


I'm not sure if these are amusing to anyone else or just my wife, Allison, and me since we're her parents, but I have a feeling we'll look back one day enjoying that we captured some of Madison's random little comments (click here for more).

She walks up to me and puts her nose on mine...
MADISON:  Can you smell my breath?


Papa passes her his (very old) flip phone...
PAPA:  Say hey to your uncle.
MADISON:  But that's not a phone.


ALLISON:  You're getting so tall.
MADISON:  I'm just getting old.


Playing Go Fish...
ME:  You and Mama are tied.
MADISON:  That means I'm winning.


Pulls her feet out from under the covers...
MADISON:  Remember these? My feet!

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