I was asked my first ignorant question about the matter in a diner, with my four-year-old son sitting beside me. “What is he?” I looked askance at the waitress who had posed the question to me, wondering where this exchange was headed. “I’m not sure I understand your question,” I said. “Is he mixed?” “Mixed…
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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…
