Picture this: tiny restaurant. Quick dinner before my son’s basketball practice. Precious solo time with my youngest in which I hope to catch up and check in with him. Our first five minutes are great. He’s telling me about his recent test at school, the book he is reading. And then, as luck would have…
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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…
