Arrival
I kept my arms at 90 degrees. My elbows were locked and my arms were working in harmony with my...
I kept my arms at 90 degrees. My elbows were locked and my arms were working in harmony with my...
So, the other night, I asked Dillon if he wanted to learn how to fight. Now, before I tell you...
My son is now taller than me. It’s not easy. Kyra’s always like “Stand back to back with Dillon.” I...
Dear Dillon, Be the second person who tries opening the lid to the pickle jar.* Trust me. Watch what happens...
Posting this blog on facebook initiated a lively discussion among my family and friends. I also got a bit (well,...
