Dirty Drinkware

My son looks like a perfect angel to me as I watch him sleep on the couch this morning. Fifteen years old, his chiseled facial features look flawless as he lays there with his eyes closed. I smile and my heart breaks a little as I catch a glimpse of unruly, random whiskers sticking out…

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We’re All Okay

I wrote this in July of 2015, after my high school reunion. Just feel like sharing it now……. Twenty – five years went by pretty damn fast. I was thrilled to finally be able to make it to a class reunion last night. It’s had me wondering if I am alone in feeling ridiculously sentimental…

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