For much of my childhood I was a latchkey kid. Both parents worked, and several times every week I would come home to a note that read:
Crock Pot is in the fridge. Plug in on high. Love, Mom. READ MORE
While I’ve been going a little overboard with the Irish lately (and this is coming from a guy named Patrick!!!), ’tis the season for it, so one more for the cooks preparing for St. Paddy’s day.
I started dating my wife six months before graduating college. Once we graduated she moved back to her hometown, Cleveland, and I to mine, Los Angeles. Over the ensuing months we continued to date long distance and less than five months after our separation, I proposed. She accepted my proposal and had already accepted entrance into graduate school at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio. READ MORE