So here we are in Wisconsin, at my parents's house. I thought Amelia would like to try some rhubarb, something that I practically lived on in the summers when I was a kid. I'm not sure if she likes it.
Amelia wants to say hi to her daddy, and that she misses him.
Every September, I step up onto my soapbox to report for my self-appointed
duty — one part desperate, one part cantankerous — to remind us that summer
is...
Depending on the region, and though the celebration has no official status,
spring is often celebrated in Algeria by sharing what's fresh and local, be
...
That I am. I'm a big boy. Don't I look like one (especially with my new
haircut)? I've come a long way! I'm TWO years old now. I even go to nursery
school...
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