I take issue with homogeneity. A psychoanalyst might trace it back to my high school years, in which we all strived to wear the very same socially acceptable penny loafers, plaid pants and button-down shirts. (Bingo. You win the prize. Why yes, it was the 1980s.) I left that desire to blend in behind with…
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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…
