When you are the only male in a household of seven women, threatening to run away on occasion is understandable. So when my father–the patriarch of six daughters and an equally strong-willed wife–had weathered one too many bouts of PMS, hours-long wait for the bathroom or catfight from this estrogen squad, he would tell us…
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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…
