At the core of my home, on one of the central weight-bearing walls, hang photos of my family of origin. Some visitors wonder aloud why I do not feature photos of my children on this wall, as so many parents do. I hung these photos myself (a rare feat of incredible prowess for someone with…
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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…
