I sigh in exasperation at yet another item littering the floor of my youngest’s room. Will he never learn to tame the clutter? And then I smile, my attitude flipping as easily as a page. A page in the book that was the object “littering” the floor of his room. This particular book was a…
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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…
