Dear Future Past Me

Dear Future Past Me, I am in 1920s London and have one specific purpose; I'm going to eat an English breakfast.  Going all in! I'm going to eat it at a fancy-schmancy Edwardian-esque London restaurant.  I have a weird looking coat made of legit wool and everything.  Turns out wool is heavy and scratchy, but … Continue reading Dear Future Past Me

Chore Time Surprises

Like every day, this one started far too early.  Sebastian had chores to complete, work to prep for and kids to help ready for their own adventures.  Morning turned to afternoon, afternoon to early evening and the family had reassembled for dinner, chores and pre-sleep activities. The main activity being cleaning.  Sebastian wanted his children … Continue reading Chore Time Surprises

Deck and Amy and the Order

"I'll order, you find a table." Deck said, sounding more confident than he felt in this situation.  Amy gave an questioning look, knowing he was far from confident in the task at hand. "You sure?" She asked. "Yeah, I've got this. Burgers, drinks, fresh fries. What's so hard?" Deck countered. "They're called French Fries," Amy … Continue reading Deck and Amy and the Order

Frank at the Station

The family road trip was one tank in and going well. "Alrighty, gang, we have to stop for gas real quick," Frank Jenkins said, pulling the SUV he found to be just a tad too large, into the gas station. "Dad," his oldest son, seven years, Theodore, started.  Frank knew the tone as one that … Continue reading Frank at the Station

The Difference is Subtle

Saturday, 5:57am.   "You're up early, big guy," Steve greeted his son with a whisper.  "Let's change you and go downstairs.  We're going to be quiet though so your mommy can sleep, okay?" "Yeah," Daxon answered with a head nod. The two were as quiet as could be.  Steps downstairs were plotted to take place … Continue reading The Difference is Subtle

Jenkins Fixes Computers

"Jenkins!" Mr. Sanders shouted from behind his closed office door. Jenkins, sitting just outside in a cubicle meant for no human to sit in, interpreted the shout to mean, "kid, get in here."  Jenkins obliged. "What's up, Mr. Sanders?" Jenkins asked, peering into the office. "Fix this." Sanders pointed at his computer screen.  Jenkins moved to … Continue reading Jenkins Fixes Computers


"Who wants a turkey sandwich!" Dad shouted with enthusiasm, trying to make lunch an 'event' this time around. "I do!" the children shouted back excitedly. "Who wants mayo? Pickles? Lettuce? Mustard? Tomato?" Dad fired off options in rapid order. "All of it! Yeah! Woohoo!" the oldest child screamed, cheering. The youngest echoed his brother's call. … Continue reading Sandwiches