as yesterday morning he was at his Grammy’s house.. “I miss you, Dada,” he said, ordering me awake […]
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She’s growing up too fast. So is he. There’ll all true, all those clichés, all the corny advice […]
Watching Jackie walk around the fair only wanting the next dose of fun has me in a whirlwind […]
Well, do I? Not really– Well, simply no. This morning Jackie refused to budge from our bed, watching […]
The next day. Shamed in that I don’t write till the next day, the next morning, and not […]