WHO TELLS YOU YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL?
Years ago David and I were in Texas for the funeral of his mother who had died only two days short of her 94th birthday. Although David and his sisters were far busier than I was, those four days were nevertheless fatiguing for me. So when we boarded the bus from the car rental center back to the terminal I was off-balanced and tired. “What you doin’ luggin’ […]
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