Uncategorized

If I had to choose my favorite memory of Father's Day, it would be the backyard picnics where our collection of 13 family members gathered for an afternoon feast of fried chicken, potato salad, corn-on-the-cob and homemade rolls, served up with a healthy side of laughter. Weather permitting, we usually made it through the full meal beneath blue skies, but occasionally an afternoon storm blew in unannounced, generating havoc as paper plates flew like Frisbees.

Tuesday 6.12

Lysette Abarca

Alvarez, Michelle