by Susan McCorkindale | Nov 23, 2021 | Confessions
So my plan to make a big, embarrassing (to them) scene at the airport did not come to fruition because I forgot that you can’t park at the arrival’s gates any longer than three seconds before security starts barking at you to “Move along, ma’am!” and other drivers...
by Susan McCorkindale | Nov 23, 2021 | Confessions
Today’s the day. Both my sons are coming to see us in Florida. I saw Casey briefly in November when we flew to Virginia to watch him in the Special Olympics Soccer Championship, but I haven’t seen Cuyler since August. August. Three months is a long time to go without...
by Susan McCorkindale | Sep 9, 2021 | Confessions
Like all good parents, I have done nothing but love my son. His grandparents, aunts, and uncles love him too and have gone above and beyond to always show him. First class tickets to Manchester, England to watch Manchester United play? No problem. Hours and hours on...
by Susan McCorkindale | May 14, 2019 | Confessions, Family
Casey, my 6’5″ son, hugging my super petite mom. I’m blessed to have spent a week with mom or, as many of you know her, Dame Joan. We haven’t done a lot, frankly because she has a tough time walking for any length of time, but I think it says a...
by Susan McCorkindale | Sep 23, 2015 | Confessions
I count my blessings as soon as I wake up. And I start with the fact that I’m awake. That’s a biggie. Anyway, after I’m like, “Yay! Another day!” I move on to being thankful for my health. Despite having to take 400mg of Ibuprofen before I work out and 400mg after to...