It’s akin to psychoanalysis when you begin to look at the accoutrements of a life. I said to a friend the other day, “But who am I without three dozen appetizer plates in varying designs?” I was only half joking.
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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…
