Two years ago, we were barely surfacing from the deepest depths we have ever plumbed. It had been four years of nonstop trials, trials of the darkest sort. It was American Thanksgiving, just like today. My mental list of thankfulness went something like this: I’m aliveI have three kids still aliveWe haven’t been unrighteously excommunicated…
We’ve all been robbed. In broad daylight, eyes locked shamelessly with our own, Ms. Rona has picked us up, flipped us over and shaken our britches until every gum wrapper, nickel, and bobby pin has tinkled down to the sidewalk. Despite her flagrant disregard for any of our personal opinions on the matter and audacious…
Awhile ago, probably around July 4th which is American Independence Day, David asked me, “do you identify more with Mexico or the US?” And of course in my most sanctimonious tones, dripping with assumed humility, I replied that ohh dear brother, I’m a citizen of heaven. All humor aside (no wonder I was never considered…
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