Author | Vagabond Preacher | Lover of the Poor | Grandpa
So, my son and I went to Arizona to watch Spring Training baseball games. My divorce was in full swing and we just had to get out of town to let out some of our angst. I don’t know what it takes to get a job at a Motel 6 – if you have to …
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When the handwritten message on the wall became clear that our marriage was finished before we actually crossed the finished line (the “till death do us part” part), I was in such emotional turmoil I wanted to put some distance between me and the pain. I craved escape. Thinking out loud I said the same …
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