I was raised to chat people up. My dad was a fan of connection and passed on the gene. Mom? Not so much. She was more reserved. When people would finish a chat with my father, they tended to say things like, “Loved meeting you, Richard” or “Thanks for the laugh.” To which my father…
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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…
