I am not a salad girl. Apologies in advance to all the salad girls out there. You’ll have to drown your sorrows in some broccoli or some such. I eat salad. I like salad. But I will never be the gal who goes to the nice restaurant and says, “I’ll have the salmon salad, please.”…
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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…
