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Midsummer at home in Texas means the Fourth of July, neighborhood parades and fresh peaches from the Farmers Market. And that, of course, means...

Sometimes you wake up early. You're all alone in the kitchen with nothing to do and no one to talk to.  Then you realize...

Sometimes after a long vacation or semester at school, we don't drive straight home from the airport. We can't stand it even one more...

Don't get me wrong. I love my family dearly. Wouldn't trade any of them for a million dollars. But, BUT.. a tiny part of...

We're heading to the Big Easy this summer! I know, I know. It will be HOT. And sticky. You don't need to tell me...Freshman...

If you've ever googled "Paris food," then the name David Lebovitz popped up. And if you haven't run across him online, you're missing a...

The Kee kids used to beg for Mississippi Mud Cake every birthday. Since their cousins did, too, we would eat this gooey, chocolate dessert...

  Every trip has a return ticket. And each vacation must end. Coming home has its own joys, though. Sleeping in your own bed, slobbery kisses...

Once our van headed east out of Ghana’s capital, Accra, towards Mafi Zongo, civilization as we knew it petered out fast. At first, we...

In summer 2001, we took our son, then a 13 year-old Latin student, to Rome, Pompeii and Paestum. He and John, Sr. spent hours,...