At First We Practice to… Blackmail
It’s a cliché I know, but I really had felt my jaw drop at Michael’s last statement. Read More …
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ONSLAUGHT
THAT SUNDAY AFTERNOON I drove home after a typical summer’s day. I slept in that morning, went to church, then golfed with the guys. It has been like that every Sunday for the last year since the second of our kids left home. Our eldest Laura, was now twenty. She moved to a nursing school out of town two years ago. Our baby Josh followed to college last year. Read More …