Only my kindred spirit, Audrey. I believe my big sisters tried to do so, but with little success. None of their monikers stuck. I’m still here and Audrey is not. Her awful nickname for me is still here also. And there must be a reason for that. I met Audrey at the ripe old age…
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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…
