ROBIN WRITES: Special Sleepover
My granddaughter, Bree, was spending the night with Papa John and me. It was an adventure and a memory in the making.
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My granddaughter, Bree, was spending the night with Papa John and me. It was an adventure and a memory in the making.
“Paper or Plastic?” The bagger at the grocery store stared through me and waited for an answer. I was flustered; hadn’t I made enough choices already? The conveyor belt chugged
My brothers decided to have their friend, John Graham, over to spend the night. I was 12 or 13, and he was my first crush. They spent all afternoon in
"She sure wants to be next. Look—she’s chomping at the bit!” I watched the excited girl wait for her turn on the Ferris wheel. My daughter — a teenager at
What happened to Christmas cards? I’ve seen a lot of holiday cards. Cheery "Hello from Our House to Yours" cards. Cute, "Ooh, look at the darling little puppies in Santa