. . . backyard. You were so certain I was going to say, “bar,” weren’t you? Nah. These were princesses in training—ages not even in the double digits yet. We’ll call them Candace and Sarah. So, as I was saying—two princesses walked into a backyard. Mine, to be exact. Both in their floral dresses, twirling…
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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…
