“That truck is carrying some bad-ass chemicals,” announced my son on the way to school this morning. “How do you know that?” I asked. “The rating on the side of the truck, Mom. It’s an eight. That’s a highly acidic substance.” “And how do you know THAT?” I asked. “We covered acidity/alkalinity in a science…
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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…
