We had lunch with our son yesterday, the youngest of our six kids. This morning my husband voiced the significant and weighty reality—the next time we see our son, he will be a Marine. From the first day we met our son when he was 10 years old, he was all about the military, and…
Tag: holidays
Separately Together
WARNING ALERT: This post drips with honesty and vulnerability. I’ve had my time of emotional upheaval and draining this morning. It’s actually been going on for 24 hours now. And I’m now in the wake of its hangover. I wish I could tell you this was new territory, but it’s not. Not by a long…
MANURE THERAPY 