My dad rented a camp near Lake Ontario where he docks his boat, so my sisters and I drove up. We joke that every getaway is like the Griswold’s family vacation: There are barking dogs, screaming kids, burning burgers, practical jokes…We’ve grown up with the chaos, and it’s kind of grown on us.
This little man is my half-brother, Dan. His hazel-green eyes already have the mischievous glint of the Irish. Every time I see him I just want to squeeze him, and he doesn’t seem to mind.
My Dad also has two pit bulls and a crazy bird that bites. The dog in front is named Honey. That’s right: He named a male, unneutered pit bull Honey . And when Honey tries to hump other dogs, he always pretends the dog isn’t his or makes us girls go retrieve him. It was embarrassing when I was in high school, and it’s still embarrassing today.