Maybe everything really is bigger in Texas. At 14 pounds, 13 ounces, the parents of Ali James Medlock were told their son is the heaviest baby ever born at Texas Health Arlington Memorial Hospital near Dallas.
I had high hopes for the mom I thought I’d be. In fact, at the baby shower for my first son, I actually remember thinking, “How hard can this parenting thing be?”
This year marked a decade of marriage for my wife and me, and after our handful of years together, we still have a long way to go.
Instead of losing the joy to the pressures of modern momming, I’ve decided to strip down to the essentials with a focus on the real meaning of Christmas.
It was Christmas of 1984, and my mother crammed my three older siblings and me into a compact car and took us to Arkansas to celebrate the holiday. I vaguely remember it – my mother, on the other hand, remembers it quite clearly. Apparently, it was pretty rough.
The process of adopting my son from Pakistan was long and hard. But eventually, he found us. And I’m so glad he did.
We had a family tradition around Black Friday when I was young. With our cousins in town for Thanksgiving, my mom would load us into the car to head to the “big city” of Columbus, Ohio.
I don’t know about you, but we don’t eat much gravy these days unless it’s a holiday, like Thanksgiving. For me, the gold standard when it came to gravy was my mom’s. So delicious and unique, it always tasted like home.
A special-needs Bronx boy spent 12 hellish hours on a city school bus during Thursday’s frozen fiasco — until his desperate mother finally reached him after a nine-hour trek by car and foot, she told The Post.