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Before I had kids, New Year’s Day was spent sleeping late, watching hours of football and maybe cleaning out a closet or two.

There is one thing that most of us will be doing more this holiday season: driving, usually with multiple distractions in the backseat.

For the past few years, Laurel has asked me approximately 45,676 times to take her to an American Girl doll store.

Recycling gets all of the press, but reducing and reusing are actually more important to the ultimate health of our planet.

For the past few years, our routine on Thanksgiving night has been the same. The newspaper ads are strewn across the floor in search of the best bargains. Detailed lists are written out.

The early morning dark carried a feeling of uncertainty as I boarded the bus, but any doubts were quickly dispelled by familiar faces. We were headed to two destinations in Georgia on a voyage of f...

Every Wednesday, I spend a few hours with a wise man.

"Sweetie, do you want some M&Ms?"

I was 5 years old, and I had $8 in the bank. I don't know how I knew this. It was one of the facts that made me me - like being pigeon-toed and having blue eyes. I had never seen the bank.

I always find myself feeling a bit nostalgic and sentimental on each of the kids' birthdays.

The true strength of the American family finds its roots in an unwavering commitment to care for one another.

Last week, I found myself in Target's Halloween aisle, shopping with my kids for the perfect costume. After 10 minutes, I was about ready to lose my mind.

Tom Kunath will march into an Atlanta boxing ring Nov. 3 to the heavy metal sounds of "Walk" by Pantera.

Although I make a good effort, I am not the greenest person on the planet. Heck, I'm not even the greenest person in North Raleigh. But I take my recycling pretty seriously.

The week leading up to the annual gridiron match between St. Augustine's College and Shaw University promises us a bag full of treats.

A few weeks ago, I found myself sitting on a beach in Costa Rica watching my kids play in the surf.

I've seen some of the fight: its wins, losses and devastating effects on moms and grandmoms, sisters and daughters, nieces and aunts, wives and friends, colleagues and neighbors.

As I was walking into the grocery store with my kids, I noticed that there was a lot of leg showing between Trevor's sock and the bottom of his jeans.

In the quaint gymnasium tucked on the outer edge of this 225-acre campus, the boom of competition rises, rises, rises as every overhand serve and every ace, dig, block or kill punctuates the bass o...

Over the years, my kids have taught me patience, knock-knock jokes and even interesting facts I would not have looked up on my own, such as how many teeth a crocodile has.