Memoirs of a Martin

On January 13th I reached the 32 week mark.  I never know exactly if this gives me the right to call myself 8 months pregnant?  Or do I have...

This year, like all the others I can recall in recent history (and even some I probably don't recall), Ryan and I rung in the New Year i...

On Christmas afternoon I packed up our goods and my whisker face and high tailed it south to Spring Branch to meet Ryan at his parents' ...

As you are most likely aware, or will be when your December bank statement arrives, Christmas happened recently.  I still don't really k...