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My mother and I haven’t always had the best relationship. There were times throughout my life when I felt millions of miles away from her, even though I was standing right next to her in the same room. She never seemed to “get” me. Looking back, I realize that I never seemed to “get” her, either. And even though we look a lot alike, we couldn’t be more different. My mother was head cheerleader, loved make-up and skirts, and played with dolls when she was little. I was a point guard, hated make-up and skirts, and played with G.I. JOE’s when I...
This past fall, the weather was unseasonably warm throughout Western New York. I took advantage of it, taking long walks through the park while pushing Maggie in her stroller. I was able to get out of the house most days and we both enjoy the outdoors. Maggie really loves being outside, even at this early age. She watches everything with such innocent curiosity and the fresh air always puts her to sleep. But now that winter is here and the snow has finally accumulated on the ground, I haven’t taken Maggie outside in weeks. The only time she’s “outdoors” is when we are transporting her from the house to the car and vice versa. It’s kind of a bummer.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love winter. My wife and I ski and participate in other fun...