True and funny stories from the lighter side of raising my sons and daughter. As the Southern mama of this crew, I'm usually somewhere between "Bless your hearts!" and "Y'all act like you got some sense!" If we ever need to find our way home, we just follow the trail of red clay and glitter.
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Sunday, September 8, 2019
16
Driving down some country back roads on my way to Callaway Gardens ... Windows down, sun shining, listening to some old Chicago 17 and 18 ... for a brief while I felt 16 again.
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