My father, Jim Glenn hangs out at the dinner table last weekend. He lights a fire under my ass when I am slacking off, but always trusts that I will make the right decision in the long run. He's one of the reasons I went into Journalism and is a constant inspiration.

My mother, Denise Glenn rolls her eyes at my father (as always) after dinner. She is one of the most creative people I know, always hard at work and getting me outdoors. If she's not making mosaics, she's playing the flute or geo-caching- always on the move.