I’m treading on shaky ground here, I know. It’s generally not a good idea to associate an all-American pastime like Legos (even though they’re anything but American—they’re Danish) with freakishness of any sort. It’s akin to commenting on the sanctity of motherhood or apple pie. Oh, but I’m more than qualified to comment. You see,…
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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…
