Perspective . . . parked by a dumpster, on a rainy day, at a tiny rural gas station

Well, 41 isn’t a big deal compared to 40, but I can’t say that I look forward to birthdays anymore.  I have to pretend to be excited about it because the kids are excited and I don’t want to be “Debbie Downer,” reminding everyone that I’m marching toward death at a rapid pace or that, […]

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