A Toast to Me!

I was 3 years old when my parents bought this house. Some may claim that I was too young, but I swear I remember the day my parents brought my older brother and I to the house the first time.  There was a rainbow outside and when an adult (could have been mom, dad, abuela, [...]

In 2001, my dad had a mild heart attack.  It happened 3 days after I placed him on a plane back to California from Texas – he and my older brother came out to help me move into my new house that weekend.  I’ll never forget the phone call my brother made to me.  It [...]