Dear Son #3, I’m not a super Hallmark soul. I don’t cry with commercials, movies or books very often. It takes a lot to offend me, I am more than happy to tell it like it is and I resort to humor in most, if not all, situations. When I say “I’m fine” it usually… Continue reading Hallmark Soul.
Dear Son #3, On January 9, 2023 at 10:38 am, I hovered over the "submit" button, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and hit it. You were officially registered to go to school in September. I breathed out slowly and looked over at you, creating a large family of venomous snakes out of Play… Continue reading Frank the Tank.
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