Author: Kate Brookes

I remember it like yesterday — Gideon sitting on his knees, grinning from ear to ear, and meticulously (well, as meticulously as his four-year-old hands would allow) sifting through the…

“Wow, nice catch, J-Man,” I yelled to my son after he leaped into the ocean and snagged- with one hand, no less, the football I misfired. “Thanks, mom!” he smiled…

  “Mommy, I’m scared,” my daughter said from the back seat of our SUV, surrounded by her backpack, a sleeping bag and some other odds and ends that never made…