. . . unless your aged gardener has a crush on you. In that case, learn to love hothouse flowers and stay the hell out of sight. I offer you this pearl of wisdom free of charge. Well, it’s free to you. I paid for it dearly. We’ll call him Carlos. Names have been changed…
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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…
