Here he is....the weary traveler, all tuckered out from a long drive from Tampa to Knoxville. Along with two of our three furry children. Question of the evening: where do I sleep?
Let's call it what it is...
All the furor and uproar over Lindsay Clancy, that poor excuse for a mother, has me spinning--I am astounded, no, I am disgusted at the out...
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Being a caregiver is hard. Being a caregiver of an intellectually disabled adult is even harder still. But being a caregiver of someone who ... -
Baby boomers, born between 1946 and 1964, have lived through a lot. I know. I'm a boomer. But lately I feel as if I am slowly, inexorab...
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My husband and are finally at that point in life where we can enjoy the fruits of our labor; we have fewer surprises, and things are slowe...
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