The Glamorous Life Of The Modern Day Soccer Mom
The Glamorous Life Of The Modern Day Soccer Mom
Who ARE These People?!?! …Gina’s Fav’s
by Gina Valley
It’s hard for me to believe it’s already been a year since my dad was killed in an airplane accident. I will never get over losing him, but my family and I are slowly beginning to heal.
Happy, funny memories like the ones that inspired this Gina’s Favorites post about him and my mom help a lot with that process.
Who ARE These People? …Gina’s Favorites
by Gina Valley
It’s hard for me to believe it’s already been a month since my dad was killed in an accident. I will never get over losing him, but my family and I are slowly beginning to heal.
Happy, funny memories like the ones that inspired this Gina’s Favorites post about him and my mom help a lot with that process.
I Thought YOU Had The Worms
by Gina Valley
Today is my dad’s birthday.
He’s the first man I ever loved, and he’s a tough act to follow.
He’s set an example of hard work, giving back, and kindness that is an inspiration to everyone who knows him. And, to keep us from being intimidated, he consistently forgets to bring the bait when we go fishing,
What’s SCARIER Than Zombies?
I’m still out in the business travel jungle, so we’re continuing with our week of RetroGina posts. Today, we will revisit my Who ARE These People? post.
This post was inspired by my parents. It’s a consistent reader favorite, and continues to ring true in our family. I hope it’ll bring lots of giggles to yours.
These People Are NOT My Parents – Throwback
As we enter into the holiday season it means many different things to many different people. But, the one universal experience seems to be that we all hang out with family. Far and wide. Long lost or nearby. Old or young. Big or small. Families gather together to celebrate.
Each in their own unique ways.
Who ARE These People?
by Gina Valley
I try to take my kids the 1400-ish miles to visit my parents a couple times a year.
But I can’t.
We can go to their house. We can visit the people who live there and look just like my parents. But they are not my parents.
I don’t know who these people are, but they are not my parents.
