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Uncles are to fathers as vacations are to hard work FacebookTwitterEmail I want to be more of an uncle to my sons. Legally, the boys have three uncles: Uncle X, Uncle XX and my husband’s brother, Uncle Not X. All three have kept a safe distance from our family, approximately the width of one continent. Semi-legally, it gets a little murky. Two dads. No moms. Birth brothers in other adoptive families. There are no rules, so the Fisher-Paulsons have made them up: The adoptive sister of your ado...

Its hard to notice growth when you see someone every day FacebookTwitterEmail Aidan Fisher-Paulson is growing up fast. Columnist Kevin Fisher-Paulson writes about noticing his voice changes after a visit with friends in his latest column.Courtesy Kevin Fisher-Paulson Thirteen months of quarantine later and several regular characters haven’t appeared in this column. But the first weekend in April, my sons went to the movies with Jon, their long-lost, and fully vaccinated, uncle. Even though �...

How an Easter Ham Turned Into a Bittersweet Lesson on Letting Go © Provided by Southern Living Getty/Lew Robertson My Uncle Jon was a big man with an even bigger smile, who liked to drink "sweet tea" (read: bourbon) when he cooked. He was born and raised a few blocks from the water, and his culinary know-how shined brightest when it came to Lowcountry coastal classics like red rice, shrimp and grits, and oyster pie. Conversely, the food memory that still lingers on my taste buds is a more un...

Sophie Knight, digital picture editor One of the lesser-known bars in Shoreditch, Ninetyeight is found at the bottom of a hidden spiral staircase on busy Curtain Road. Sit around a grand piano, in a space covered in papier-mâché or under bright neon in the Tiki Tiki room. The whole place is kitted out with crazy kitsch memorabilia brought back from the owners travels: a wall of Barbies and dinosaurs, a rocking horse that doubles up as a seat, vintage furniture thats been given a spray-paint r...