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“My red is coming out!!!!” Toby yells. His alarm is always disproportionate to the actual trauma, so I have no idea if its a hangnail or a severed arm when he summons my highly qualified medical self to come rescue him. I nonchalantly grab a napkin and take it to the living room where he [...]
Greg and I have important stuff to talk about. Probably. We are sitting at the kitchen table over tilapia, each of us throwing conversational paintballs in the vague vicinity of the other. Toby is sitting next to me unable to finish his nuggets because he “really needs to poop.” Charlie’s nuggets are squished into pancakes [...]
It has been almost three years since my first run with Jerri. In that time…
We have covered more miles than lie between Houston and New York City.
We have talked over 500 hours.
We have resolved the following issues: the best school for Jerri’s girls to attend, the name of my second son, what we want to [...]
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