My daughter, Laney, she got pregnant not long after her sixteenth birthday. Me and Nora were disappointed, sure, but we didn’t come down on her with lectures or anger. We just told her that we’d help out as much as needed, but she had a whole new world of responsibilities getting ready to crack open on [...]
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More content in the new year. I’m going to be busy until then, though, turning 40 and reevaluating, uh, very important things, because I’m, uh, officially at what I used to consider middle age. Here’s a song a dear, dear, friend of mine sent me today (thanks Sue!). To say I love it would be an [...] Who diagnosed this three-year-old kid (referenced in the last graph) with bipolar disorder?? Can someone in the medical professions please tell me a way in which this makes sense? Three-year olds are all over the place mentally because they’re, um, three-year-olds. And it only makes the cake taste better to know poor kids get drugged at [...] The sight of all those schoolgirls’ legs unfolding off the buses at just past four o’clock every afternoon is almost enough to shut anybody up, except for Roscoe Williams when he’s got another one of them stupid ideas of his rattling around in his thick old head. Squinting up at all that bare chicken-flesh parading right [...] Just letting you all know. I think it’s a sign my family’s getting older and older, or just not hunting, or something. No one got a deer on the first or second day, or at all that I’ve heard of. And I know the PA deer population is exploding and has been for some time. I [...] |
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