I know. You can’t fashion a self-made man. That’s the point of the self-making bit; he makes himself. But, when that man is your son, you like to think you had a hand in the process. I’m at an age where I have a teen, as do many of my friends. As I watch the…
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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…
