All I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother.

“If we call these foothills, can we call the little trees 'foot trees?''' (While driving in the foothills.)

'Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.'

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

'Daddy, there's Victor, only he has more white hairs now.' (about our neighbor 3 doors down who is a regular reader of McClelland Family.com)