Signs

Years ago, my dad told me this story where he had two job offers he couldn’t decide between.  His indecision led him to wake-up on a Monday morning, get into his car, and start driving without a plan.  It was his first day on the job and he needed to…

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Home Alone

Not a lot of new updates to provide on the #TeamJames front.  That’s the character-building part of this whole situation… getting comfortable with being so excruciatingly uncomfortable… and the waiting.  James and I will head-up to meet with the Stanford oncologists on Wednesday.  Meanwhile Granddad will come down to hold…

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Potterwatch

Today James took the boys miniature golfing in Santa Maria.  I’m told Jacob won and they all had a great time.  Apparently there was one hole where two of their balls went into the hole and never came out.  After James jammed the end of his club into the hole…

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Rogue One

On Tuesday of this week, James took the boys to see the new Rogue One Star Wars movie.  And today they had to wrestle the DVD player out of storage so the three of them could watch the first Star Wars movie, which is technically the fourth?  I don’t even…

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Tic Tac Kit Kat

What with all this cancer business, I’ve fallen behind on my reporting of magical creatures. Back on November 14th, Nate was beaming as he finally received his membership card into the elite, prestigious club of grown-up tooth ownership.  He came home with a teeny tiny envelope, perfectly sized for miniature dental…

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Poké Stop

On the 23rd we all gathered at Stanford for James’ surgery.  At lunch, Grandma Suzy, Uncle Geoff and I braved the rain and headed over to the new Poké Bowl restaurant at the mall.  Long story short, it was deelish.  A bowl full of healthy, fresh, flavorful yumminess.  Absolutely no…

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Missing

Growing-up in the mountains meant we had a neighbor with hundreds of bootlegged videocassettes in a neighborhood lending library, and I’d never had pizza delivered. Jake and Nate have spent the first, impressionable years of their lives in the ‘burbs.  They walked to school and served 700 trick-or-treaters and answered the…

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Call It a Night

I’ll never forget the 2012 lead-up to the presidential election.  We were on my sabbatical up in Ashland, Oregon, half listening to the presidential debate on TV.  We didn’t think the boys were paying attention until Jake asked with sincere interest, “Are they talking about weapons again?”  What I thought…

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Blair Witch

I spent my childhood in the mountains.  Some years, we would get one group of trick-or-treaters that my dad most certainly scheduled.  I can neither confirm nor deny that my mom passed out candy collected the previous Halloween.  And to Granddad’s credit, he would load us up into the green VW…

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