I am fairly sure one level of hell is reserved for aged jocks who didn’t go pro. If you have kids, you know who I’m talking about. The ones who coach pee-wee baseball or basketball with the fervor of a World Cup professional. The ones who are determined that their kid going pro and annihilating…
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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…
