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?
Drowning in my tears
Tears of regret for things I should have done but did not do, for things I did but should not have done, for things I did but could have don...
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Get another RV,” I said. “It’ll be fun to travel,” I said. “We can take the dogs,” I said. Right. Sometimes there’s nothing recreational... -
When I was a girl I didn’t understand the concept of time. I was immortal and invincible. I used my time to escape from the reality of my ch... -
When you've called everyone you know, and there's nothing else you can do, when you've exhuasted all your resources, and you fee...
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