...a tremendous anticipation over his visit had built up...

I’d stashed the letters high in my hallway closet...

What’s a bona fide Yankee doing in the ritz and techno-fueled glitz of Miami...

The best way to remember what you forgot to bring to a race is to wake up super early, stop for coffee, head down the freeway, get to the race site, park your car, take a shuttle to the start, stand in a line to use a Porta-Potty, then remember that you meant to bring some gloves.

I was stunned when a letter from AARP arrived informing me I was eligible to join. I wasn’t that old and not even close to retirement. I knew of people in their forties who had retired, but most of them were cops or firemen and had chosen their career paths shortly after graduating high school.

...my sister and I came home to find that my mom had made good on her threat.

"...the time by burping the alphabet from A to Z."

"People had been disappearing from the office for months..."

"...the story of my father kicked up like a breeze..."

"Suddenly you are struggling with a new language, new country, with a sweet, kind, vulnerable baby in your arms..."