If I were to share with you the stories of what my friends have done for love, I would be a rather lonely gal. So I won’t. But they seem to have no problem with me sharing what they have done for money. We are talking on a level somewhat more sophisticated than the elementary…
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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…
