I wasn’t always a sharer. You know those people, the sharers. The people who are generous in being transparent about things they’ve gone through in life or wisdom they’ve earned. Not platitudes, not something they’ve read—the people who have really lived and been through some challenges. I was raised by my mother to be stoic….
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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…
