On Letting Myself Be Surprised, or This is Not the Vacation I Was Expecting
A Surprise Week with Our Niece in the Coachella Valley
"Sur-priiise!"
I've come to understand that some people loathe that sing-song declaration, often delivered with high energy and at higher decibels. I, personally, love surprises, and I've seen some doozies: one, sneezy, sniffly Christmas, I watched my mother magically surface from her terrible cold as she received a Mercedes as a present from my stepdad,…
