Down, set, hut!

I’d actually encourage her to take this up over the violin any day of the week.

The Hogan girls

I don’t get to spend nearly enough quality time with this part of my family, but when I do I’m reminded of the standard that has been set.

House of Hamilton

Would you look at these guys. You can practically hear the banjos dueling in the background.

Big ole happy Mormon family

Luckily no one brought up race at the dinner table, otherwise there would have been a somewhat delicious food fight.

Put me back on the guest list, Mom

My family’s loyalties are serious, as is the magnificent spread they cook for Thanksgiving. Not going to risk missing out.

The beginning of an ironic yet worthwhile tradition

You could make the argument that it’s ironic that I’m starting a tradition around the mission of fighting hunger when both of my kids don’t like to eat. And you’d be right.

A little bit rock ‘n roll

Hear this post in your head as if I am reading it out loud while smacking my gum.

A few words of gratitude

Cliché or tradition, it never hurts to take inventory of they who make my life so wonderful.

Team nutso

Watch your back, Gretzky.

“The one who taught me what love is”

Something I found yesterday that immediately put me into a holiday spirit when usually you have to drag me there kicking and screaming.