Had I seen these leather-bound books before? Five of them, each with “A Line A Day” embossed in gold on the cover? I must have during at least one of the four packing/unpacking sessions of my parents’ recent downsizings. But, I don’t remember them at all.

“Legacy” is following me. I see it everywhere – in emails, conversations, podcasts, articles. And legacy is not being at all sneaky, but making itself known at every turn.

I love dogs. And, I love to have at least one dog in my family. As of this writing, I’ve had seven in my adulthood, often two (and once three!) at a time. No question – I am a dog person. It’s part of my family story.

In 2002, my friend (and former college roommate) and I, along with our husbands and children, began spending two weeks together on the Maine coast near Acadia National Park.

It’s finally time to come out. I’m a member of the club that no one wants to belong to…ever. I’m a parent whose child died. Our son, Daniel, died in August 2000, at age 18.

And, without saying any more, you’ll know the important things to know about Big Daddy. You’ll know why his grandson respected and adored him.