When I arrived, they were thrilled to see me in the way only your parents can be.
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When I arrived, they were thrilled to see me in the way only your parents can be.
On the morning of the Fourth of July, on a leafy side street in Trenton, N.J., a tall, gray-haired man with a mustache will open his front door, step outside and solemnly hang an American flag.
How about we also stop with the over-the-top theatrical marriage proposals on YouTube? Keep that stuff private. Unless the girl said “no." Definitely share those.
“Kerry you have GOT to come downstairs,” she began breathlessly. “Santa ate the cookies and the reindeer ate the carrots!”
Our childhood home cost my parents $7,000. It didn’t come with a refrigerator, let alone a fireplace.
You would think former Maryland Gov. Martin O’Malley could control himself on the eve of America’s most beloved holiday. You would be wrong.
My absolute favorite Thanksgivings were spent at a wobbly card table covered by a freshly ironed bed sheet.
Some intuitive person in the church basement got to know my dad and realized – most likely in a moment of exquisite horror – that rather than talking people off a ledge, my father was more likely to lose his temper and give them a metaphorical push.
Hold the Easter cards and presents. A flock of Peeps and a solid chocolate bunny are all anyone needs this weekend.
"I'm a writer," I hissed. "There are lots of things I know nothing about, but I do understand apostrophes and this ball doesn't get one."
If you’re not named Mary or Joseph you have no business giving birth this time of year.
In all the years I sat at my mother's table, I never remember anyone ever asking her for a recipe. The food was passable. The company was priceless.
I remember when everything was closed every Sunday. Yet we still had food in the house.
A couple of eggheads - including one from Harvard - want you to think twice before flying your flag or taking your kids to a parade.