The Candy Man

I’ve landed in Houston to meet my 7th grand-baby boy, born last week. The Lyft app just alerted me: "Driver, Maria Patrica, Silver Toyota Corolla. Lane 5, door #E-102."I see no door E-102 where I'm standing outside of terminal A. There's no E anywhere inside either, except for the arrow to the E-terminal, pointing straight… Continue reading The Candy Man

Passport to Punta Cana

It never occurred to me to check my passport status. At least, not until the day before we were due to leave. Twenty hours before, to be exact. I had checked Stone's passport details thoroughly when I booked a trip with friends for spring break. He was now 19. Would his passport from age 16… Continue reading Passport to Punta Cana