I rarely write to you. I know you don’t read my blog anyway, just like you never read my newspaper articles. That’s ok. I’ve come to terms with that. And in a way, I can only write this because I know you won’t read it. Yet, you’re the only one who could truly appreciate what…
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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…
