It was a typical Thursday morning. I took a left turn into my neighborhood, steaming hot coffee in my cup holder, as I pondered the research report I needed to edit. And there she was, crossing the street—in my suit. The woman crossing the street had my old business suit on, one I recently donated…
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Blink and it’s gone
At the crack of dawn, I was already driving home from the airport, wiping big mama tears from my cheeks. My eldest was headed back to Texas, his fireman gear packed efficiently per his norm. Military precision is his modus operandi. While he was getting ready to board a plane, I was heading back to…
