Black Eyes, Crow’s Feet and Pumpkin Guts…
 We enjoyed our pumpkin day together, right before my mom went into the hospital - or, "Da hosipal," as my youngest would say - and, though her sisters and brother had no desire to get this involved, my attempts at continuing our tradition of celebrating Fall...with the ritualistic tearing into pumpkin guts...did not go unappreciated by Mini-Me. In fact, anything that is declared gross, or "totally bees-gusting," as mandatory...well...the kid just about dives in! Me? Not so much. "Ewwww...this is gross!" Mini-Me just smiled, reached in and pulled out another handful of Jack: "AND...totally bees-gusting!" [click] I hate having... Read more →