Thoughts

Pesky immigration

So. Today while I was driving to pick Sarah up from school, I was rear ended. John and I are totally fine. The van is fine. The other guy is fine. Wait. No. No he is notfine. He is a dirty rotten scoundrel. He is a player, said like this: playah.  He is a liar with …

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Thoughts

Dear John

Four years! Four years, little man, since I first held you and marveled at the fact that you were indeed a boy. I’ve spent the day thinking about how I kept telling the docs I was in labor, I was contracting, and they didn’t believe me. Who can blame them? Every time I got in …

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