Years ago when I was in college, I attended a forensics tournament as part of a public speaking class. On the drive back to my dorm (my brother insists they’re called “residence halls” – yeah, whatever), I hit a patch of fog so bad I could barely see past the front of the car. I …
May 2008
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This is a story about MY son, written by my husband. Gotta say I’m so proud.
I didn’t realize I hadn’t posted in almost a month. Lots of stuff has been going on. The Girl graduates high school next Monday, so we’re kind of in mild stress mode. My mom arrives tomorrow afternoon with Beloved’s parents and sister coming in on Sunday. Of course, that’s the same day as baccalaureate, so …