…nope, I’m definitely not SuperMom–and here are the stories to prove it…
Ugghh! The draft. Not the football one. Or the one that sends young men to war. But the written one that sits for days, weeks,
I wanted to be her Valentine. A wonderful group of college peers had pulled together enough cash to let me fly home to see her.
A funny thing happened on the way to the Christmas brunch….by way of the night before–
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