Monthly Archives: August 2011

My guess is it’s pretty hard when you’re number seven of eight to feel like you’re the special one. And for Isaiah, six . . . it’s quality time that fills his tank. The other thing about Isaiah these days is that he tells me at least once a day, “Mommy, don’t leave . . […]

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The bread is the myriad “favorites” that everyone brings. Last night it was two kinds of meatballs, sushi, buffalo chicken pizza, spinach feta pizza, texas caviar  . . . and some yum to wash it down. And dessert to die for. And all of it beautifully displayed with the help of my girl, deb edge, […]

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