for the love of dads

This morning in Maine the skies broke loose with heavy rains that rivaled any monsoon we experienced in India. You know the kind of rain that sounds like a freight train roaring by? More than an hour of that before it eased up to a lighter rainfall. Then another train roared….

reach out and touch somebody…

Often Scott and I are deeply moved by our readers’ own stories. We are reposting this here but the original exchange can be seen on our Contact page in the comments section. Thank you for sharing, Jeannie! Good day Scott and Katy Please know I didn’t ignore your reply. I honestly didn’t know it was […]