Coffee Break with Liz and Kate

Maybe I hadn’t thought through all the details when I agreed to take my son to play putt putt golf with a couple of his friends. So much so that I volunteered to take him to a movie, swimming for a week (assuming the temperature climbs back over that 70-degree mark), and even asked him to name his price – the price that would get me out of 18 holes of self-imposed torture. I say torture because … Read entire article »