I hate bridges that I have to cross in a car. I hate blue mini-vans that wind gusts control. I hate coming home from Michigan every summer to start the routine over….and I hate it when my kids want me to referee their petty little squabbles. I was scratching away the last remnant of my … Continue reading ‘possessed’
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