Holiday 2018

Dear Friends and Family                                                              
Note: If you've never read the annual Allred holiday letter, here's the concept: Since 1999, we've pretty much been sharing everything that went wrong so that you can feel so much better about your own lives. You're welcome.
              We started out the new year by looking for a new house and Robb was arguing with the GPS. Tommy piped up from the back seat. “Dad. You know what this chapter of your life is called? Dementia: The Prologue.” Robb replied, “Hey, Buddy, do you know what this chapter in your life is called? Toothless: The Beginning.” . . . And here we go.               You’ll recall last year Kerri and Kyle lost everything to Hurricane Harvey in Houston. Not to be outdone, Katie called from San Marcos: Katie: Momma! I’m okay but my apartment is on fire and flooding.                This event would later become known as the exploding flood. What? Is this some kind of test!?…

Christmas 2017

Dear Friends and family –             For those who know the format, yup, it’s another bah-humbug year. For those new to this annual letter, welcome. In this family, “making the letter” is a badge of honor (or humiliation). Since the inception of this annual letter of woe, it has been this way. For the kids, there is (most regretfully) a bit of a competition. Typically, Katie leads. Tommy hovers and the family joke is ‘good girl’ Kerri has only made appearances when she was hit by a bus (twice) or squashed a racoon. Kyle, still new the family and its tradition of celebrating disasters and misery, has not yet peeked…until now:  In the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey, after losing everything they owned, Kyle reportedly looked at Kerri and asked, “Do you think we’ll make the first or last paragraph of the Christmas letter?”             As they watched the water swallow up their cars in the parking lot, Kerri and Kyle decided to conduct their own Cross-Fit Championship games in their upstairs…

Christmas 2016 - the best/the worst

For those who follow the Allred annual holiday letter, you already know .. this is the letter of doom. But this year, despite proclamations of years passed (almost two decades), was pretty rough. Col. Marc B. Powe, true American hero and our father, fell and is permanently brain damaged. At the time of his fall, he was caring for our mother, Karen, who has Alzheimer’s. That was January 8th of this year, marking the beginning of the worst year of our lives while thousands of dollars were stolen from our parents, businesses refused to recognize our power-of-attorney status, and rip-off and scam artists loomed. At one point I had decided there would be no letter this year until one of my children reminded me how very much my father – their Papa – looked forward to this letter.
So, in honor of my pop – the man who never got me in trouble despite my deeds because he so delighted in my antics; for the U.S. Diplomat who snickered in horrified delight when I called the Queen of Jordon on his…