It was late Friday evening, and Brad and I had gone to bed. Of course, like most nights, that means he had his MacBook Air in his lap and I had my iPad. About the time we got quiet, we both heard it. The unmistakable sound of tiny little feet running across the floor upstairs. In fact, it sound like { read more… }

There is a scene that plays out at my house several times a week. It’s a scene I have starred in repeatedly over the past almost 24 years. It goes something like this. Setting: Master Bedroom Closet Characters: Brad, Me Me: (alternating between staring pensively at the clothes hanging in the closet and thumbing randomly through the hangers; mumbling to { read more… }

Hello, my name is Trae, and I’m a control freak. Admitting you have a problem is the first step. And, last Friday night, I realized just how badly I was in need of intervention. It was a little after 11pm, and Brad and I were FaceTime-ing with Logan. It was Saturday 9am Dubai time, so Logan was getting ready to { read more… }