I come from a long line of chatters. Ok, maybe not so long. Alright, if I’m honest, just my dad. My dad is really the only chatter I come from, as my mother was a stoic German. But he was a phenom at the art of the chat. I was warmly received by everyone from…
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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…
