"Will you please empty the dishwasher?" I asked my 15-year-old son one afternoon after school. By the response I got, you would have thought I'd asked the boy to climb a mountain. A heavy sigh accompanied eye rolling just seconds before he let out a mouthful of sass. Oh, the joy of being a parent to a child with no shortage of attitude.
Read MoreOne of my early memories is that of gardening with my grandpa in Minnesota. He had a large plot of land with a big vegetable garden and several honey bee colonies. He patiently let me work alongside of him, giving me advice and helping when needed. To this day, I love gardening partly because of how my grandpa took the time to pass along his knowledge, making me feel like ...
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